Willow.
I hated him. Okay that’s a blatant lie I promised to reduce saying because my new identity is already a lie. I don’t want the moon goddess more mad at me.
I didn’t hate him I just didn’t know what to do with him either. Damon was a chaos and nlt the kind that crashed through doors or set things on fire. His kind of chaos was quieter and slower with so much aura.
The type that stood too still in a room but somehow still stole all the air. The type that looked at you with those damn unreadable eyes and suddenly you were questioning everything you thought you knew.
He never raised his voice nd he has never rushed. But somehow he made you feel like you were one wrong breath away from being crushed.
And yet, I’d watched him leave his bed in a tangled mess every single morning eve
