Willow.
I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting on the edge of my bed. The echo of the fight (of Damon’s voice and his rage andmy own helplessness) kept crashing back into me like waves against glass. My fists were still clenched trembling in my lap, nails half moons in my palm and I hated that I couldn’t stop shaking.
It was not from fear entirely. More from the shame of it. From the fact that I hadn’t been able to finish the fight myself. That he had to come in and protect me. I should be grateful and Gods!!!! I was grateful.
Because without him those bastards would’ve unwrapped my secret in front of everyone. They’d have torn my future to pieces. All the work I’d done for three years (every lie and every bruise and every gritted teeth victory) it all would’ve gone up in flames. I co
