RANDOM WORD: BLUSTER
It's been an unusually warm winter for Mystic Falls this year, but Bonnie doesn't concern herself with such details as she heads into the woods with ice skates hung around her narrow shoulders. She hums gently as she makes her way along a path she's traveled often as a young girl. She enters the clearing where there would normally be a rather busy icy pond housing skaters, but the warmth of the season has kept the pond from fully freezing so it's deserted.
So much the better. She enjoys solitude more than people nowadays. She moves to the pond and stares at its surface before leaning over and touching the cool, slush consistency of the water. In a few moments the pond has frozen. She slides her boots off and her skates on and moves onto the ice.
After a few laps the first few tears begin to fall. It was Grams who first brought her here. Taught her to skate. Grams who didn't think being a child was bad the way her parents seemed to. She brushed ther errant tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand and raised her eyes to the sky and a light snow began to fall on the rink.
She opened her mouth and giggled when she caught a few of the swirling flakes.
"What are you doing here?" She nearly falls in her shock.
"Last I checked, this pond was public property." Damon replies and makes no attempt to move from the bench he has somehow managed to occupy since she arrived.
"Great," she stomps off the ice and over to her boots. "It's always games and arguments with you Damon and honestly, I don't have the energy today so, you can have it. I'll come back another time."
"No," he insists. He rises from the bench slowly and looks out over the pond and Bonnie sees all the years of his life stretching before him like an endless movie. "Someone who still enjoys it should use it."
He's gone quickly, but as she heads home a couple hours later she decides a stop at the Salvatore Boarding House wouldn't be so bad.