II. Autumn
Theautumn moon rises, let's celebrate its fullness.
Damon hadn't spoken very much since the day Bonnie left. Not even to his younger brother, Stefan. He mostly kept to himself. He didn't cry. It didn't vibe with his persona too well. Instead he hated. He went back to the asshole he was before Bonnie had come into his life.
Damon walked into the local bar.
"Anything hard." he whispered, as he approached the bartender.
"Drowning your sorrows, brother?" Stefan asked as he came to sit next to Damon.
He was getting too good at zoning people out. He didn't respond.
And Stefan was tired of it. "Listen, because you can act like you aren't, but I know you are." he started.
Actually unsure if Damon was really listening, but he continued. "Bonnie's gone. She wouldn't want you to revert back to this old state and-"
Stefan was silenced as Damon grabbed his face with his hand and pushed him off the barstool, causing a large clash within the silent stirs of the bar.
"Don't talk like you know what she wants."
Damon walked out of the bar quickly and into the secret place he had shown Bonnie. The place no longer excited him as he used to grab hold of her hand rushing though the trees. Laughing as she squealed in excitement at the animals she never saw in the city. Instead, it was almost like a memorial to her.
He never told anyone, and never would. But every night he would dream of her. Dream of Bonnie. Pleasurable dreams of her skin on his skin, the heat of their bodies warming each other in the chill of the night. The look in her eyes when she didn't understand his jokes, or when she was hot and wrapped her hair in a high ponytail. He didn't realise it, but he had memorised all her small mannerisms.
Dawn comes, and we part ways once again.
His dreams became distant apparitions. He needed her.
Damon turned to the warm wind for help, the wind he felt every time she held him.