III. Winter
Winter comes, and he counts off all the days and months again.
Damon shivers slightly, reminiscing Bonnie's natural body heat. She knew he got cold easily, so when they walked she would jump on his back and pretend to be a giant thermal blanket. It only made him fall flat on his face in surprise, face numb from the temperature shock, but all he could ever hear was her giggling on his back.
Damon gasps as he wakes up. He'd only been dreaming. Dreaming about Bonnie again. He heard the chirps of birds. And he realised he had slept outside again.
He reached to his left to instinctively grab Bonnie's waist...
He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't pretend to be normal when he wasn't. Could fake that he didn't miss her, couldn't breathe without her near. As far as Damon was concerned, he was in hibernation anytime Bonnie was absent. She was the sunshine in his life.
He smirked for the first time in a long time. Such a corny metaphor.
Within the memories that are now coming back to me.
I'm setting out to find my way back to you.
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