LAST POSTING FOR THE MOMENT...MANY MORE THIS WEEKEND...PROMISE...ALSO, BIT OF CURSING IN THIS ONE...
RANDOM WORD: TACIT
Damon found that whenever he needed to get away he ended up at the same bench in the town square near The Grille. It didn't surprise him then that when he and Bonnie fought that was where he sought refuge. Damon sat, hands in pockets, bundled under his jacket, giving the appearance that he was chilled in the brisk October air. He wasn't really, but not being affected by the elements would have attracted suspicion and he wasn't in the mood to be bothered by anyone.
He and Bonnie had fought before, sure, but never like this. Never continuously and never so deeply and never had he made Bonnie cry before. He hadn't intended to and of course his heart had broken when he saw that first tear spill down her cheek, but he didn't know how to fix it. They had reached an impasse.
Three days ago Bonnie had told him that she loved him. He hadn't responded. She was patient for a full day and then everything came crashing down. She screamed and he defended and she talked and he listened and she cried and he ran. Like a scared little girl he had run. He couldn't deal with the idea that he had hurt her, but he also couldn't get those words to come out of his mouth.
He felt it of course, but that wasn't what Bonnie wanted. She wanted roses and sunshine and fuckin' rainbows and he was vampire. What was he going to do? He couldn't lose her, but he couldn't say that either. Being as distracted as he was he didn't notice her until the slightly turned in tips of her perfect ballet flats came into his vision.
"Thought you might be here." She commented as she eased herself next to him on the bench.
"You thought right."
Silence descended on the couple and to a passerby they seemed more like two strangers waiting on a city bus than lovers who knew each other in every way that a couple can know each other.
"You know how I feel Bonnie, but I just, I can't say that. Those words, they don't mean more than me nursing you when you're sick and they don't mean more than me offering my life for yours that night in the woods. They are just words, but I'm real and I'm here for you."
"I know." She felt him looking at her with disbelief, but she stared straight into the night. "I know where you are at and I know how you feel. Believe me, I am perfectly aware of what you can give, but I'm never going to stop trying to make you better. I want you to be happy again."
"I am happy Bonnie." He protested.
"No," she softly smiled and glanced down at her hands. "You're content, but one day I'm going to make you really happy. Even if it kills me."
"Hell," he sat fully back on the bench with exaggerated force. "That might just kill us both."
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