RANDOM WORD: SCARRED
"We need to talk about this Damon." Bonnie insisted as she followed her boyfriend into his room.
"No, you need to talk. So go ahead." He drained the remaining scotch in his glass and wished it was blood.
"You can't avoid this forever. You're hurting."
The glass shattering against the wall stopped Bonnie's speech.
"I'm not hurting. Stop saying that. Right now, I'm just hungry and a little pissed off." He shed his jacket and his shirt. Bonnie tried not to look at his unbelievable body, but gave up the fight and watched as he changed into more comfortable clothing.
"To find out that someone you have loved and fought to find for most of your existence not only doesn't care about you now, but never did, that hurts Damon. I don't care if you are a vampire."
"I've told you before. My feelings have that nifty little off button. I don't have to feel anything I don't want to." He smugly reminded her as he sat at the desk.
"Oh, because that's the mature and healthy way to deal with this."
"Mature and healthy really aren't two of my strongest qualities. You knew that when you met me."
"I'm worried Damon. If you shut this down then it's only a matter of time until you shut down on me and then I'm going to lose you. I couldn't stand that. Not a second time."
"Babe," Damon soothed. "That's never going to happen."
"If you don't let things heal properly they scar." Bonnie sat at the foot of the bed.
"Well, lucky for me I'm a vampire, so I always heal."
"Not all scars a visible." Bonnie whispered. Damon didn't bother to respond.
REVIEW: SAD TIMES AT THE SALVATORE ESTATE.