I DIDN'T WRITE THIS MORNING'S DRABBLES AS CONNECTED TO THE SAME EVENT, BUT YOU COULD READ THEM THAT WAY IF YOUR HEART DESIRES. :)
RANDOM WORD: HEAP
Bonnie shivered as Damon covered her in the blanket from his trunk. "You okay?"
"Honestly, I don't know. Is that weird?"
Damon shrugged. "I'm not really the best to quantify normal and strange." She turned her gaze back to the pile of bodies that Damon had stacked semi-neatly in the woods.
"This is my fault. I shouldn't have been out here. I know better than anyone what lurks in these woods and I came out here alone.
I just needed to get away for a bit."
"I can understand getting away. I just wish maybe you would get away to safer places like, Jamaica, or the Middle East."
"The Middle East?" She stared at him incredulously. "That's a war zone."
"And Mystic Falls isn't?"
She turns back to the bodies. "I killed them."
"Technically," he moves behind her and wraps his arms around her from behind. "You stunned them and I killed them."
"I'm still culpable." She sounded more lost than ever before.
"Culpability is subjective. They would have killed you. I mean, I can't blame you for protecting yourself." She turned away from the bodies.
"And what's your excuse?" She's not entirely sure she's ready for his answer. Damon has his own special brand of honesty that can infuriate you, charm you, and also kinda freak you out simultaneously.
"You can't blame me for protecting you either."
"I don't need you to save me."
"I know," he said as he struck a match from his back pocket. He tossed it onto the pile and they watched the bodies burn in silence for few moments. "That's what makes it so special."
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