Letters to My Ex-Jerk
Epilogue- My Ex-Jerk
"Are you sure you want to meet my Mom?" Damon asked me, for the hundredth time this morning. We were in our hotel room in Venice in the tiny little inn we'd stayed in last night and Damon was still trying to convince me to let him give me a tour of Trieste, the area where he'd gone to a boarding school as a kid before he moved to America.
I stopped brushing my hair and turned to look at him. "Yes, Damon. I'm starting to think you don't want me to see her," I stated, in a hurt sort of voice. I didn't know why Damon was so reluctant to let me meet his mother.
"No!" Damon exclaimed, "Nothing like that. It's just… she's… well, you'll see," He said, obviously having given up trying to convince me. He sat on the bed, dressed and ready for our trip to Rome.
I put my brush down and applied some natural looking make-up. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I thought I looked cute in my beige miniskirt with some pleats and an orange strappy vest top. My hair was flowing down my back in waves and I thought I looked good. I wanted to impress Damon's mom more than anything. I wanted to get her blessing.
"Do I look okay?" I asked him, a little nervously. I felt a flutter of butterflies in my stomach.
Damon appeared by my side and I saw his smile in the mirror. "You look gorgeous, Bon-Bon. I promise," He murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.
I turned around and hooked my hands around his neck, pulling in for a warm hug. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He was so fresh and smelt so much of home. I couldn't believe I would've given all that up due to my anger at him for 'betraying' me which actually turned out not to have happened at all.
"Okay, if you're serious about getting to Rome in time, we need to get going," Damon told me, softly.
I nodded and pulled back, giggling a little. "Did you tell your mom we're coming?" I asked, as we started out of the room with our bag-packs filled with the stuff we'd acquired during our stay.
"Not exactly, but I haven't spoken to her for a while. She'll be cool with it though," He informed me as we started downstairs towards the street so we could call a tassi. We found one in short time and climbed into it.
Damon told the driver the address in English, but the driver nodded so I guessed he'd understand. The area of Rome they lived in had a pretty name, though I couldn't remember it. I leaned my head onto Damon's shoulder and watched the surroundings go by as we progressed towards the highly admired Rome. I'd longed to visit the city from back in my High School days when we were studying the Roman Empire and all it's valor in our World History class. I couldn't believe I'd finally see it.
I knew we'd entered Rome the second we saw the Vatican, the breathtaking old residence of the Pope. My jaw dropped and a little smile appeared on Damon's face and he hugged me close to him. The taxi moved through the tiny streets and I couldn't help but notice that Rome was just as gorgeous as the rest of Italy was. There was something about Italy that just screamed beautiful.
"Are we almost there?" I asked Damon, who was looking out of the windows with something like nostalgia in his eyes. I wasn't sure when he'd last been here in Rome but it seemed like he was remembering what he'd do with Stefan here as a kid. I could just see them playing in these tiny, ambient streets, happy looks on their faces as they licked at their gelatos. Damon told me that Italian ice-cream was the best but we'd had yet to try it. I hoped we'd get to try some before we went home.
"Yes, just five more minutes, my love," He murmured, as he stroked my hair.
A shiver of anticipation went down my spine as the Driver said: "Villa…which?"
"The Caprio one," Damon put in, and I wondered if he'd never learned Italian or if he'd forgotten it as the years went on. I believed the second one was the most probable. A kid being brought up here among Italian speakers and everything in the language couldn't not be fluent.
The driver nodded and took a side turn into a small pretty road. He pulled up in front of a gate. It was a white gate and reminded me of a white picket fence. We paid the driver and got out, our back packs riding on our backs. Damon took my hand and we opened the gate, which wasn't locked.
Damon looked around in awe as we entered into their front garden. It wasn't very big but everything was green and full of life. Trees surrounded the fence and bushes with a colorful array of flowers decorated the small garden. We walked up the path leading to the small villa. It wasn't giant, but even from outside, I could tell it was homey.
"Nothing has changed," Damon's voice held astonishment as we climbed the steps to the front door.
"It's beautiful here. Your home is beautiful," I repeated, smiling up at him. I squeezed his hand and gestured to the front door. "You knock,"
Damon gulped and nodded, looking nervous. I wondered when the last time he'd seen his mother was. I hoped it wasn't too long. I didn't want to intrude on a family reunion sort of thing. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized they could be in dispute. Maybe that was the reason Damon seemed reluctant to go to her. I touched his arm. "We don't have to," I whispered, as he raised his arm to the door.
Damon dropped his arm and then looked at me with my hopeful eyes. He sighed and then he brought his hand to my cheek. He smirked then, reminding me more of the Damon I knew. "Nah, we'll do it,"
He then raised his hand with more determination and tapped on the door a couple of times. The knock resonated through the house and we waited a few seconds before anything happened. Slowly, the door opened and a 40-something year old woman with long black wavy hair and breathtaking forest green eyes that reminded me of Stefan's so much. I knew instantly that she was Damon's mother.
The woman froze and so did Damon. He let go of my arm and I took a few steps back to give them some space. He stepped forward, warily, and then they were both staring at one another. The woman brought her hand to Damon's face and then brushed his cheek gently, before she smiled, and it was a gorgeous smile. Even though she had to be at least 45, she was still as beautiful as a woman in her late twenties.
"Damon?" She asked, in an uncertain voice. Her voice was tinged with accent.
Damon nodded and then she threw her arms around his neck. "Mio Bimbo… "She exclaimed, and then she rattled off a string of words in Italian that I didn't understand.
"Mom," Damon succumbed to her touch, closing his eyes and looking close to tears.
I watched their reunion feeling tears come to my own eyes. This was just so touching to watch. I felt like I was in a movie of some sort. "I missed you too, Mama," He murmured.
They suddenly pulled back and then Damon stepped back to stand with me. "Mom, this is my wife, Bonnie. Bonnie, this is my mom," He made the introductions and I stepped forward politely, offering her my hand.
She instead wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close to her warm body. "My, she is a bella ragazza," She kept on murmuring before I pulled away, blushing a little.
"It's nice to finally meet you," I told her, smiling.
"And me you, my cara," She said, kindly, taking my hand in one of hers and Damon's in the other. Then she led us inside her little villa, closing the door behind us.
We followed her into the living room, a medium sized room with a couple of couches and a bookshelf and computer on the side that looked recently installed. Also, there was a modern looking TV in the front of the room.
"Feel….at home," She said, struggling a little with her English. "I will get bevanda," She announced, before she left the room.
"That means drink, right?" I asked Damon, who was looking around the room, smiling a little.
Damon shrugged. "I don't remember much Italian," He lowered his head in shame, "I was fluent in it but then I lost it because I stopped practicing. I still understand some things though,"
"It's okay, I get it." I murmured, "So when was the last time you saw your mom?" I didn't mean to pry but I was curious.
"About 10 years ago, give or take. I email her sometimes though. She called and told me she'd installed a computer," He smiled a little, like it was a special memory.
"That's nice," I murmured, just as his Mom came back into the room with a tray full of cups. They looked like they had juice in them. She handed each one of us a cup and then sat down in front of us on the armchair. Damon took a sip of juice and wrapped an arm around my shoulders holding me close to him.
"So how did you kids….meet?" Damon's Mom asked us, bringing her own cup of juice to her lips and smiling at us both.
"Umm, at a café, funnily enough…Mrs Salvatore," I told her, though I bit my lip after that because I wasn't sure if she still was Mrs. Salvatore or not. I couldn't remember if Damon and Stefan had taken their mother's or father's last name. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and I leaned into Damon, bracing myself for the worst.
Damon's Mom laughed, "My dear, I haven't been Mrs. Salvatore for a long time," The woman told me merrily, "I'm Ms. Caprio if anything but I would love it if you'd call me Anabella,"
"Okay, Anabella," I tried the name on my lips, and she beamed at me.
"So at a café you say? How long ago was that?"
I turned to Damon, who looked like he was trying to calculate it. "A year and a half ago, Mama." He told his mother who just nodded and smiled.
"Well, Damon, she's a bella like in the pictures you sent me," Anabella said, and I took a long sip of juice. It was something exotic; mango, I think. I thought over Anabella's comment. It was news to me; I didn't know Damon had sent his mother pictures of me.
"I wouldn't have married her if she wasn't," Damon joked, causing me to punch him lightly in the arm.
Anabella laughed, "I believe that my son," She responded, jokily. "So, you kids are staying here of course but are you going to have…what you call it…dinner with me?"
"As Bonnie likes. Maybe we could all go out for dinner together," Damon suggested.
"I don't mind," I said to them both, "Anything works,"
"Hmm," Anabella murmured, "Eating out… I know just the place. Do you like Lasagna, bella ragazza?" She turned to me.
I nodded, "It's one of my favorite dishes," I said, truthfully and Damon hugged me close.
She smiled, "Then this little place would be perfect," She murmured, and then she showed us to our room which was Damon's room when he was a kid and then went to get dressed.
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"So you sent pictures of me to your mom?" I asked, curiously, as we waited in Damon's room for Anabella to get dressed. I was sitting on his double bed cross legged in a pair of dark rinse shorts and a purple camisole while Damon was pacing back and forth in front of his old desk, every so often picking something up and smiling. I knew he liked being here.
Damon shrugged, "I might have… I did, actually, because she was asking me if I was dating anyone," He responded, turning to look at me for a second before he picked up a little toy car. "Y'know this was my favorite race car? Stefan's was this red one," He picked another one up.
"Did you guys like to race cars a lot?" I asked, happy to know a little piece of knowledge about Damon's history.
"Yes, but not as much as we liked to play with boats in the lake behind the area of villas," Damon told me, turning around and looking at me, his eyes shining. "Do you know? I wanted to be a sailor when I was younger,"
I studied him and smiled warily, "I do like a guy in uniform," I teased, and Damon smiled back at me, crookedly.
"Come here, I wanna show you something. I wonder if it's still there," He muttered, almost to himself.
I got up off the bed and took his outstretched hand before he led me over to the balcony. He forced the French doors open and stepped out. I followed him, looking around the balcony which was bigger than I'd expected. It had a couple of chairs and a coffee table. Damon went on walking to the corner where there were a couple of boxes stacked up.
He let go of my hand to remove the one at the top and place it on the floor. I watched him curiously, wondering what the heck he was doing. He finally opened the box under it and gestured for me to come over. I peered inside the box and saw what weren't less than 100 boats, all different shapes and sizes, all different colors.
"Wow, Damon. Are all those yours?" I asked, in awe at how many they were and how beautiful they were. Sure, they were a little dusty but they were gorgeous all the same.
Damon nodded, beaming at me. "My prized collection," He said, sighing a little as he fingered his way through boats. I caught sight of a shiny purple little one with red stripes on, deciding it was very beautiful.
Damon looked up to me, his blue eyes boring into mine. "Which is your favorite?" He asked me.
I pulled the purple one out, "This one. Where did you get it from?" I asked.
Damon looked to be thinking. "Ummm, I think from a toy store in Venice with my Dad and Stefan. That's one of my favorites," He flashed me a grin and I stroked the little shiny boat before I placed it carefully inside the box.
"You can have it, Bon," He said to me, a few seconds later. He picked it up and placed it in the palm of my hand.
"No… it's yours,"
"What's mine is yours now. Besides, I insist," Damon closed my hand over the boat and then Anabella was calling us to come down because she was ready and there was nothing I could do but take the little boat. I placed it safely in my bag pack and trotted down the stairs with Damon, hand in hand, ready for our dinner with Anabella at the restaurant of her choice.
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After eating, Damon and I took a walk alone in the streets of Rome, hoping to pick up some ice-cream. Anabella said she was watching her weight and took her little Camaro car back home and said she was going to watch reruns of some show in Italian I didn't understand.
Damon swung our hands together and I felt warmth flooding through me because of our linked hands. I smiled, because I was happy today. "I love your mom," I told him, "She's very kind,"
Damon smiled at me, "She is, isn't she?" He murmured, "I haven't met your mom before…" He trailed off.
"A messy divorce. She calls me every now and then, but I don't really see her a lot. She lives in Seattle. My Dad is the one I…connect most with. You saw him," I explained, matter-of-factly.
"Yes, but not as your husband," Damon murmured.
"But he approves. He was coming to the wedding." I responded, just as we stopped in front of a little gelato shop. Damon gestured to the little store.
"Let's get some ice-cream," He said, and I followed him into the store. The door made a 'ting' sound as we went in and I felt like I was in another time period. The store was as pretty as the rest of Italy. I was beginning to fall in love with this country as well as the man standing in front of me in the store.
I looked over at the flavors and in the end decided on a caramel one while Damon got passion fruit flavored ice-cream. I didn't even know there was a passion fruit flavored ice-cream. We took our gelatos and left the store, walking hand in hand through the streets.
They were peaceful and there was a cool breeze. Not many people were out here considering we were in a city. Maybe it was because it was a weekday and most people had school or work so they couldn't hang out in the streets. I thought of school; I'd left my studying because there weren't any finals coming up. I had to go back soon though; I'd already missed a few days of lectures.
My cell phone buzzed that second and it was Caroline's number. I held it up like it was hot potato and Damon laughed and took a lick of his ice-cream. "Don't pick up," Was all he said to me.
I looked at the phone nervously and slipped it back into my pocket. It stopped buzzing a few seconds later then restarted. I growled and took a lick of ice-cream.
"She's crazy," Damon complained, a few seconds later, "She's neurotic and insane, there's no other way to explain it,"
I shot him a warning look because this was my roommate and new best friend he was talking about. "She's worried about us," I corrected him, licking my gelato.
"Whatever, she should just learn to leave us alone," He growled back, running one hand through luscious ebony colored waves.
"She should…but then again, she's Caroline," I replied, as my cell stopped buzzing then started again a moment later. I groaned again.
Damon laughed, "What day is it anyway?"
"I don't know. We've been in Italy for what, 4 days?" I asked him.
"Yes, and I think we should head back in a couple more."
"Why? I love it here?" I complained, but I knew he was right. We had responsibilities in New York. We hadn't even moved our things to the small apartment we'd rented to live in.
"Because your Dad and Sarah are probably still in New York, expecting to see you, plus, if you haven't forgotten, we're both still students. We can't afford to miss a lot of lectures," He said, acting like the logical, smart one. It was ironic because that was usually me.
"I was actually thinking about that lecture thing. Mmm, you're right. So 2 more days and then we go back?"
"I was thinking 3," Damon smirked, leaning forward to kiss me on the lips.
I knotted my hands through his hair and kissed him back before I felt a dripping in my hand. I'd forgotten my ice-cream.
"Ew," I complained, as caramel dripped down onto my hand. I pulled away from Damon who started to laugh at the expression in my face.
Suddenly, he'd shoved his ice-cream onto my face. I glared at him as he started running back down the street. I followed, holding the remains of my ice-cream up. I threw it at his retreating back and he turned around and stuck his tongue out at me when he dodged it. I ran after him, giggling, until I finally caught him. I leaned up to kiss him and his lips met mine, tasting of something exotic that I assumed was Passion fruit. It was passionate, all right.
"Caught you," I murmured, when we pulled back for a second.
"You did," He responded, and then he pressed his lips back down onto mine for a second kiss.
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"Yeah, Dad. I'm fine. Umm, yeah. We're boarding the airplane in 3 hours," I told my Dad on the phone, a few days later. Damon and I were in Rome's International Airport, waiting for our flight back to New York.
"Okay, Baby. Stay safe. I still can't believe you pulled this one on us," Dad laughed and then he hung up.
"Nobody believes that I actually did this whole eloping thing," I turned to Damon, who'd just gotten off the phone with Stefan who was supposedly picking us up from the airport and taking us to our new apartment.
"You are pretty boring usually. No offense," He responded, cheekily. He squeezed my hand.
I scowled at him. "How come whenever anyone says 'no offense' they say something offending?" I asked him.
"How come whenever anyone says 'I don't mean to be rude' then they are?" Damon asked me back, putting an innocent look on his face.
I laughed out loud at that one because it was true. "I don't know," I told him honestly.
"Good, cause I don't have the answer to your question either," He smirked at me and I just rolled my green eyes at him.
"Hmm, so are you ready for New York, New York?" I joked.
"You should be asking; are you ready for Carolinezilla?" Damon corrected me and I groaned a little and closed my eyes before opening them again.
"She's going to be mad, right?"
"Furiouuus," Damon stretched the word on, only making me feel sicker.
"Thanks for the reassurance, mate," I replied, smoothing my hair down and shooting him a frown.
"Hey, I thought you wanted honesty," He responded, scratching his forehead and then leaning his head on my shoulder. "I want to sleep. You didn't let me sleep last night,"
"You liar! You're the one who didn't let me sleep last night. You were all pathetic about it too," I shot back, shooting him a teasing grin.
"Pathetic?" Damon scoffed, "That words not even in my vocabulary," He put on a smug voice.
"I'm sure," I responded. "How did you pass the SAT then?"
"Who says I did?" Damon grinned at me and I just rolled my eyes at his asinine antics. He was just ridiculous sometimes.
I didn't answer his question. I just stared right ahead, feeling a little growling in my stomach. I hopped up. "How about we get something to eat?"
"We just ate something back at home. Mama made us breakfast," He reminded me.
"Well, I'm hungry so tough luck," I replied, snappily. "Are you coming or not?"
Damon put his hands up. "Chill, Bonnie. I'm coming," He responded, before he stood up and we headed to the deli in the airport which was, according to the wall map, on the next floor.
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"I can't see him," I told Damon, when we'd arrived in New York. "Are you sure he said he was coming?"
"Yes," Damon responded, tiredly.
I couldn't blame him. I was exhausted too. The flight had been bumpy and a long one too. I'd slept for a while and woken up with a stiff neck. All I wanted was to go home and sleep.
The second I saw the blonde head that belonged to my previous roommate bobbing in the crowd, I knew that would be impossible. She had a small smile on her face, which surprised me. I thought she'd be mad.
Caroline ran over to us and threw her arms around me. She hugged me tighter than necessary then put her arms around Damon, squeezing him violently. She had a forced smile on her face.
"Hey Caroline," I said, kindly, as Damon whimpered under her hug. She let go of him and we shared scared looks. I bit my lip because Caroline's smile had transformed into a scowl.
"Bonnie," She replied, coldly.
I scratched my neck and exchanged a look with Damon who was looking at me with wide eyes. He shrugged, just as Elena and Stefan approached us. "Bonnie!" Elena exclaimed, happily. She came over and hugged me tightly. "Caroline's pissed," She hissed into my ear.
"Way to go, Captain Obvious," I responded, as I pulled away.
Caroline shot me a weird look and I noticed she hadn't been saying anything which was unusual for her.
"How are you?" I asked her, but she just tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and started walking away.
"Ouch," Stefan said.
"Hey there, stranger," I smiled at him, "I almost didn't see ya there,"
Stefan smiled back at me genuinely and I was glad the tension from our dating was gone. He looked happy with Elena now and I was happy for them both. He reached his arms out and gave me a hug, which was a little awkward but better than I hoped.
"So, let's take you to your new apartment," Elena was talking excitedly, "I bet you guys are exhausted. Your Dad and friend… Sophie or something,"
"Sarah," I responded, tiredly.
"Um yeah, well they're staying with me and they're travelling tomorrow morning so you need to see them tonight," Elena added, as we started walking towards the parking lot.
Damon carried both my and his bag and I was grateful for that because I was so tired I felt I was going to fall over. "We'll have a little down time and then come over later tonight," I promised her.
Elena nodded, and she held the door open for us. It was colder than Italy here but I was glad to be home. As they say, there's no place like home.
We got into Stefan's car. Caroline took the front seat, still blowing us off, and I knew I'd have to deal with her sooner or later. Elena, Damon and I squeezed in the back and soon we were pulling up in front of Damon and my new apartment building.
Everyone paused when we reached there. "Caroline, can I have a word with you upstairs?" I asked my blonde friend.
She didn't even look back at me.
Stefan nudged her and I got out of the car and so did Damon. I knocked on her window and she stared ahead.
"Care, come on. Please," I shot her a pleading look and she finally sighed and got up.
"5 minutes," She said, in a voice that was not so much as it was sad. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach and wondered how much she'd been hurt by our disappearing act.
I nodded and then Stefan helped Damon and I carry up our stuff. I told Stefan to tell Elena that we'd be over later to see my Dad and Sarah and then I closed the door.
"I'll give you guys a minute," Damon said, taking his bagpack and edging towards our new bedroom. He was gone before I could call him back to stay.
"Caroline," I started, and she looked my way, a detached look on her face. "I know you're mad at me,"
"I'm actually darn fucking furious," She snapped, and I flinched back because I'd never heard her swear before.
"I'm sorry. I know you put a lot of work into that party and the wedding…" I trailed off.
Caroline sighed, "I put my sweat and blood into it…" she trailed off and then burst out again: "I can't believe that you would do that to me, Bonnie. You know how much it meant to me… I was so shocked when I found out from Elena that you were in Italy. I thought we were best friends,"
"We are," I told her, scooting over closer to her on the couch.
She glared at me, "Well, apparently you trusted Elena to tell her where you were more than me. I guess I'm not as special as her to you,"
"You are, Care. I love you." I responded, honestly.
"Then why did you not answer me or call me back? Heck, you didn't even reply to my texts, Bonnie," She looked more hurt than ever and I felt terrible for causing her that hurt. I hadn't meant for her to be upset. That was exactly what I told her.
I wrapped my arms around her and she succumbed to my touch. "I'm sorry, Caroline. I should have told you about the Italy thing. I won't do it again. I feel like crap already now, will you please forgive me?"
Caroline looked over to me and then sighed, as if pondering something. "My mother always said I was too forgiving,"
"You're kind hearted. That's not a bad thing," I told her, smiling.
She smiled back at me a little and I knew I had my friend back. She hugged me close and then sighed, jumping up.
"I guess I'll get going then. Lexie is expecting me to come back now so we can eat together. David has work." Care told me.
"Okay, well I'll be at Elena's in a few hours. I'd love it if you could come," I looked over to her hopefully and she smiled up at me.
"I'll be there, but you'd better not disappear on me again, Bennett," She said, mock-scowling at me.
I smiled, "I'll try not to," I responded, happy that she was my friend again.
"You'd better not," Caroline gave me one last hug before she started towards the door. "Oh and Bonnie?"
"Yes, Care?"
"Welcome back,"
I smiled because I knew now, with Caroline as my friend again, I was truly home.
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"And then I met Damon's mom," I told my friends at Elena's house a few hours later. We were all seated in my old living room. I was sitting between Sarah and my Dad.
Sarah smiled, "Awww," She and Elena said at the same time.
"How's Mama?" Stefan asked, looking over to me and then to Damon who was sitting in an armchair, sipping coffee.
He shrugged. "She's good," He told his brother, "She wants to see you,"
"She said she wants you to get married like your brother," I teased and I saw Stefan redden a little and then tighten his arm around Elena who was sitting next to him. Damon noticed too and we shared a knowing look.
"We'll see," He murmured and Elena smiled too.
"So what time is your flight back to California?" I asked my Dad and Sarah.
Sarah scrunched her eyebrows up, "Um, 10 in the morning I think," She muttered.
"Yes, 10," Dad confirmed hugging me close to his body. He smelt of home and California and summers on the beach all blended into one.
"I'm going to miss you guys. I'm sorry we didn't see you that much," I murmured to my Dad.
"We had a great time," Sarah assured me. "Elena and Caroline took great care of us,"
"Speaking of Care, where is she?" I asked, looking around and noticing my blonde friend was absent.
There was a knock on the door that exact second and Elena hopped up to answer it. She came back with Caroline who had a box in her hand. "Cake!" She exclaimed when I shot her a questioning look. "Me and Lex made it,"
"Why didn't you tell her to come?" I asked.
"I came," I heard Lexie's voice in the background and I jumped up to hug her. She hugged me back.
"I'm glad,"
"I wouldn't hang out at home on my own and miss this gathering," Her brown eyes sparkled and she sat on the empty armchair. Caroline brought us plates of cake which was chocolate and tasted incredibly good. There was a mousse in the center.
And as I looked at my friends and family all laughing and talking together, I blinked a couple of happy tears from my eyes because I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be.
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That night, I made 2 cups of hot cocoa and went into the bedroom where I'd left Damon 5 minutes ago. I found him sitting on the edge of the bed looking through some sort of box. I recognized the box instantly as the one I had put the letters in. I placed the cups of cocoa on my bedside table and flitted to his side, sitting down.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked, smiling a little.
"I was just reading some of these over. I like how colorfully you insult me," Damon laughed.
"Just throw them away. We don't need them," I told him, feeling a slight blush color my cheeks as his eyes scanned one of the sheets of paper. I could see something about Tyler in it so it couldn't be good.
Damon looked insulted. He hugged the box to his chest. "Don't ever say that. I'm going to treasure this forever. It's what made us come together," He told me.
"Aw Damon, I didn't know you could be so sentimental," I told him, grabbing my cocoa and giving him his. He placed the box of letters into the cupboard under his bedside table and smiled a little.
"Hey they don't call me the sentimental Salvatore for nothing,"
"That was Stefan," I joked, taking a sip of the warm, sweet cocoa.
Damon rolled his eyes at me, "No, it's definitely me. I'm just misunderstood," He muttered.
"Misunderstood huh?" I responded, a laugh in my voice.
Damon nodded, "Yeah, certain people think I'm a jerk," He said, sipping some cocoa.
"You were a jerk, but you were my ex-jerk,"
"That's what I noticed in the letters. I've always been yours, Bon-Bon," He responded, slipping his arm around my shoulder.
"Just as I'm yours,"
"And I hope we always will be each-other's," He murmured and I relaxed into his shoulder, knowing that life was going to be hard at times and easy at others like our relationship. We were going to have clean breaks and we were going to feel like crap sometimes. But we had each-other to hold onto and we'd never make the mistake of breaking up to face the world alone one more time. I'd make sure of it. Damon was never going to be my ex ever again. That, I promised myself and him.
****************************************************************************************A/N: It was kind of a lame-ass ending but I hope you liked it. I felt a little of it was a bit too rushed but I think it's okay too (:
I just can't believe this story is coming to an end! It had become such an important part of my life last year and I don't know what I'm going to do without it!
I want to thank all my ever-faithful readers and reviewers, without you guys I would never have finished this story (: So all the credit goes to you guys!
Thanks for reading and I'll see you on my other stories… If you like this sort of All Human one you could check out 'Not You Again'. It's still in chapter nine or something… Bamon still have a long journey there.
Anyway, Have a good day and God bless!
Lily xx
Disclaimer: I don't own TVD. I promise!