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Chapter 7
We Can Move Past It
"We don't talk about it. It's something we don't do."
- Harry Styles
Warning(s): Language
The last time Damon had a drink was summer of 2016. That was also the last time he had seen and heard from Elena. After leaving Mystic Falls in a true cowardly fashion, he'd been living in a depression. Miami's only pretty when you get out of bed to see it.
Pounding on his front door, the brunette clutched the "stupid" letter sent to her from yours truly. "Damon! I know you're fucking in there!"
Damon knew that the pounding wasn't going to stop. Both pounding in his head and on his front door. Pulling himself to his feet, he walked unsteadily.
"What the fuck is this?" She spat, slamming the letter into his chest. "You ignore me for months on end, and I suddenly have this at my front door?"
Looking at the paper, he turned over and back again. "Looks like a letter, Elena." He answered.
"And it's bullshit!" Bursting into tears, Elena shook her head. "I was there! I was always there for you and now you're giving her my credit?! Acting like I made you this way."
He grabbed her hands, bringing them up to his chest. His ocean eyes full of tears. "You did make me this way!"
"No, you were always this way, Damon." She whispered, caressing his cheek. "I tried to help but you couldn't love me when you were sober. What makes you think you could ever love her?"
That was three years ago and things have changed since then. He was back home again and sober. A decision he so desperately had to make so he could go back to being someone that he hasn't been in a while.
With the chip in his hand, Damon fiddled with it. He sat at the bar of Mystic Grill, knocking his fist on the table over and over again. When Bonnie kissed him, things he didn't want to remember about them came flooding back.
She wasn't supposed to kiss him! Just like he wasn't supposed to kiss her back. But both things happened and Damon had know idea what that meant. He had no idea why she did what she did or why he did the same.
He wanted to call Rose. He needed someone to talk him straight. Although, he swore to only call her if he was about to drink again. That had yet to occur.
"How long?" A voice asked from behind him. Turning back, stood Alaric Saltzman. Damon shrugged, not sure what he meant. "I've been there." He said, nodding towards the chip on the bar.
"Oh. Uh, almost three years."
"You aren't going to make it to three years if you continue to sit at a bar." He pointed out. "Want to get a table?"
Damon followed Alaric to a table, sliding in across from him. He felt kind of uncomfortable. After ordering a coffee, Alaric spoke. "I'm Alaric," He introduced. "Saltzman."
"Damon Salvatore." Alaric nodded. "Do you work at the high school? I'm sure I've heard your name around there before."
"Ah yeah, the history department. That was a while ago. Were you a student of mine?"
"Oh no. I got stuck with asshole Tanner."
Chuckling Alaric took a sip of the beverage. Pulling out a five dollar bill, he stood. Damon glances up at him. "It was nice meeting you, Damon."
Damon looked confused, giving Alaric a look of questioning. "Stay away from that bar." Alaric warned, leaving Damon alone at the table.
What the heck?
Bonnie pulled up to the Grill, just five minutes before 6. When she locked her car and got into the restaurant, she was surprised to see Jeremy already there. Smirking at her, he waved her over.
As she walked down the aisle, she shoulder checked the man walking past her. His hand grabbed her arm, holding her as if to catch her in case she was going to fall. "Damon." She spoke cautiously.
The two had just been with each other and they know what happened there. "Bonnie." He responded, letting go of her.
Bonnie's eyes trailed him as he left the restaurant. Acknowledging Jeremy's presence again, she continued towards him. Pulling out her seat, Bonnie sat slowly.
"Was everything okay?" Jeremy asked.
"Oh yeah. That was just someone I knew."
"Knew, huh? Looked like you still know him." He edged on.
Bonnie chuckled. "It's a whole ordeal that once I start talking about it, I tend to never shut up. So it's better if you don't ask."
"He an ex?"
Trying as subtlety to look out the window, Bonnie watched as Damon crosses the street, going farther and farther from her view. "I don't… I don't really know what he was."
The date between her and Jeremy went better than expected. He was majoring in history, and dabbled in art. He had a sister, one whose name he didn't enclose. Claiming that he'd rather not talk about her, seeing as the two weren't close. Bonnie respected that. She knew a thing or two about not wanting to talk about someone.
Abby had told her hours earlier that she would be bringing Calista home around 8 so when Bonnie arrived at her house, she was surprised to see that the lights weren't on.
Walking into her home, Bonnie shut the door behind her. "Mom?" She called out, examining the empty room. Nearing towards Calista's room, the door was shut but light shone from underneath. Sighing, she saw him asleep on the chair with Calista in his arms as the door eased open.
Damon must have felt her gaze, his eyes peering open. "Hi," she greeted, her voice quiet. "Why are you here?"
"I'm sorry. I asked Abby if I could, I shouldn't have..."
"No," She said. "It's okay. I'm sorry if she was hard to put down. She doesn't really do well with strangers." Bonnie admitted, trying to not come off as harsh as she thought that she sounded.
Damon shook his head. Standing, he kept calista safe in his clutch. Going over to her bed, Bonnie watched him put her down. To Bonnie's surprise, the toddler didn't fuss or wake. "She was fine. Went to sleep as soon as I sat with her."
"Oh," she chuckled. Bonnie felt embarrassed. For as long as she can remember, she had such trouble putting her daughter to bed. When lo and behold, Damon, whom of which her daughter doesn't even know can do it just like that. "Well, thanks."
Sighing, Bonnie turned on her heels and left the toddlers room. Following behind her, Damon shut Calista's door. Once in the confines of Bonnie's living room, he spoke up, "How was your night?"
"If you mean my date," she corrected. "It was fine."
"I didn't know anything about a date." He claimed, to which she looked at him knowing damn well that he did. "Okay, I mean, I had suspicions."
"Is that really why you wanted to bring Calista home? To know about my date?"
He shook his head. "No," he lied partly. "I wanted to help."
"Right... thank you," she said once more. "Again."
"Why did you-"
"...I shouldn't have-"
Speaking at the same time, the two of them chuckled. Bonnie sighed. "I shouldn't have kissed you. It was an impulsive decision and I just..." she trailed off.
"What?"
"Nothing, it's stupid."
"No, say it. What?"
"You just made me weak." Laughing, she looked down. "I was getting stronger. I was getting used to you not being around to save me and the second we're alone, I cave and... I shouldn't have."
Nodding, Damon leaned against the wall. "What do you feel now that we're alone again?" He asked, his eyes searching hers.
"That we should talk about it." It being the one thing she was left wondering three years ago. That being why? Bonnie went on rambling about how he never said goodbye. A topic she brought up before at her mom's house and one that Damon avoided answering. "I mean, we can move past it… I just, I-"
"I left you a letter." he interposed.
Bonnie paused, her mind raced for words but nothing came out. "No you didn't."
"Yes I did." She shook her head no. "I did." He repeated.
Bonnie suppressed a chuckle. "Are you serious?" Her voice got deep. "Were we living in the same time? I spent several months- no three years alone wondering why you never said goodbye and I'm just finding out now that you left me a fucking letter?"
Her laugh came out in sputters like a broken water faucet. Before Damon could get a word out, she was pushing at his chest. "You need to leave."
Tripping to the door, she pulled it open and shoved him out. "Ask Stefan!" He spat out, Bonnie stopped from shutting the door. Her eyebrow raised in question. "I gave it to Stefan to give to you… Ask him, please." Bonnie scoffed, leaving Damon nothing but a door slammed straight in his face.
Damon drove home in a rage. He wanted to give Bonnie the letter himself but Stefan told him not to. That he'd already done more harm than good. Stefan claimed that he'd give it to her. That was December 27th, 2016... the night Calista was born.
If Stefan didn't give it to her then where the heck was it?
Flinging open the front door, it bounced off the wall and slammed shut on its own. Marching into the living room, Damon called out Stefan's name. "Stefan, where the fuck are you?!" He shouted.
The sound of heels clicking approached from behind him. That was definitely not Stefan. Turning around, a sigh left her lips. "Hi, Damon."
"Elena?"
A little ex never hurt anybody… right?
Bonnie and Damon almost had a soft, non-kissing moment. Until they didn't. Turns out Elena wasn't the only one who got left a letter. Unlike her, Bonnie didn't know.
Elena's back and she's back with a vengeance.
The next few chapters are going to be drama central. (A little more than usual) Stefan has explaining to do and Bonnie has a letter to find…
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