V. The Season

He saw her across the street with her friends. Bonnie wore her school's uniform. A plaid skirt, knee highs, and a short sleeve polo with her school blazer in hand.

He watched her laugh and smile to her friends. He noticed a taller boy chatting her up, she humoured him. The back of his jersey read 'Lockwood'. Laughed at his jokes, but it didn't seem real. Like she was pretending.

She waved goodbye to her friends a little while later and started walking in his direction. Suddenly he began to think of his appearance. He'd been wearing the same outfit for a couple of days. One of the people kind enough to take him in for a night had no children. So he was given the father's clothes that were extremely baggy on his lean figure. But more so he worried, Damon had traveled all this way and now he was stuck. What he would say to her?

He loved her? His life practically had no meaning when she left? He'd been moping around and had gone back to his bad behavior? Nothing could be said without sounding like he googled the lyrics to a Backstreet Boys song. He shuttered in remembrance.

"Excuse me." a feminine voice said as she slid past him.

"Oh, Sorry." he said in return. Turning to see the girl he nearly bit his tongue. "W-Wait!" he yelled. His heart was racing. It was now or never. He didn't travel all this way to stare at her retreating form.

She turned a full 180°, her wavy brown hair spinning with her. "Ye-" she didn't even finish her response. She choked out, "D-Damon..." she was in a daze.

"Damon.." he finished for her, coming closer. "I..."

Her small hands gripped his pale face. She wiped a bead a sweat that rolled down his face. All his thoughts had gone out the window. There were no words that would be appropriate for this moment. No stranger could ruin it by staring bewilderingly at the couple in the street.

Her eyes studied his whole body. "What happened to you?" she whispered.

"The seasons." Damon said with a sad smile. The answer was double-edged sword only he would know.

Bonnie grabbed his hand and lead him to a table outside a cafe. She hailed a waiter, and asked for ice water.

Damon could only stare. Everything about her; the smile she gave the waiter, the worried look in her eyes when she glanced at him, the way her fingers drummed restlessly on the table waiting for the water. This wasn't a dream. This time it was real.

Bonnie didn't know what to say, what to do, but all she knew is that Damon looked to be in bad shape and she was concerned about his well-being before anything else. Damon knew that though, but special was what he didn't feel. That was Bonnie, she was like this with everyone.

"Did you miss a stop?" she asked finally asked. Thinking he had taken the train to a certain point and walked the rest of the way. Damon had never been to good with directions.

Damon shook his head, not trusting his voice. He smiled again. Just happy to see her, just relieved to know it wasn't a dream.

Bonnie's doe eyes widened in horror. "You walked all the way here?" Her eyes watering immediately. Had she known, she would have stopped him immediately. She tried to cover her eyes with her hands, but Damon pulled them away.

He wanted to say something selfless like, not to cry because it was his reckless idea, how life in the city was, how her father had been, but he couldn't only think of one thing.

"Come back with me." He quickly looked down, to ashamed to look her in the eyes. His selfishness embarrassed him. How could he ask her to drop everything again and come back just for him? What about her possible boyfriend? Damon released her hands with that thought, but Bonnie grippe them in return. That was nothing special though, because this was Bonnie's way of comfort for any individual. He hadn't even considered these factors. Only his own selfish desires.

"Yes." she answered.

Damon's eyes shot up, but the waiter had come with the water. They said their courtesies, and the waiter excused himself.

Maybe she didn't hear him and agreed to something she thought she heard. All doubts were erased when she said:

"Damon. I haven't stopped thinking about you...at all." She stared into his steel eyes. "I wanted to come back the second I stepped on the train, but I had to see for myself. I had to see my mother." her eyes fell to his rough hands, "It's weird, because I never really knew her. I didn't know how to cry for my own mother. I thought staying here would make me care. Make me care about seeing her dead body, but all I could think about was..."

She laughed this time, looking back into his eyes. "I'm a horrible person I know. But I realised I made one of biggest mistakes of my life. I didn't think you'd take me back. I thought you would have moved on."

She was too scared to go back to him, the same doubts worrying Damon had worried her.

Damon's laugh bellowed through the whole street, earning him strange looks. But he didn't care! Bonnie, Bonnie was the only one he cared about.

Bonnie's father had no interest in her to begin with, so she left with Damon. But they didn't return to the coast, they travelled to another town, close the forest.

The light of the full moon shines down, illuminating the world with its divine light. When my lover sneaks in to visit me, I wish that the clouds would hide that light just a little.

Thank you loyal readers for staying by me this whole story, while it wasn't that long, I appreciate it regardless. 3