dear - bonnie/damon -1/1
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“Your hair is so soft…”
Bonnie rolled her eyes. “And you are so drunk.”
“Tipsy,” he corrected.
Shaking her head, a fond smile upturning her lips, she watched as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. It was longer than it’d been the last time she saw him. After spending two years abroad, she’d returned to the States feeling stronger, happier, and more confident in herself. She also returned to find out Damon and Elena had broken up. Elena had moved to Boston for medical school while Damon remained behind, playing surly uncle to Caroline’s daughters.
With a gentle sigh, she rubbed her fingers over his forehead and back through his hair. She wasn’t sure when he’d put his head in her lap, but it was strangely comfortable. In the time she’d been away, she and Damon talked often. Days would pass where all they would do was text back and forth, about anything and everything, and then suddenly, she’d call or he would and they’d spend hours on the phone. Talking about life as a human now, about where she’d been or where she should visit next. In a way, it felt like he was on that journey with her, so entwined with her life as he was. Which was why she was surprised to hear that he and Elena had broken up more than a month ago.
“You wanna talk about it?”
He sighed, long and loud. “About what?”
She cocked her head. “Seriously?”
“What’s there to say?”
“I don’t know… The love of your life packed up and left. I thought you’d have a few things to say, or ask. Like, ‘how do I get her back, Bonnie?’”
Continuing to stroke his fingers through the tails of her hair, he shook his head. “It was a long time coming.”
“Since when?” Her brow furrowed. “You never mentioned anything.”
“No? I didn’t slip how unhappy we were getting into one of our four-hour-long conversations?”
“I think I would’ve remembered…”