Running away, let's do it
WHO: Bonnie and Cho
WHAT: Talking about manly woes
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: The market
Bonnie wasn't sure what a person brought with them when they ran away. She was pretty certain she'd need supplies of some kind, but she wasn't sure what they were. And so, with her purse jingling with pilfered dremlin, Bonnie made her way to Jhelbor's market.
She hadn't really been home since the night of the bonfire--the night that she told Damon the truth. She'd stopped by briefly to pick up her clothes, but since then, she'd been sleeping in one of the abandoned homes. It was easier, she had decided, than having to face him again--and knowing that he knew exactly how she felt.
She wished, more than she'd ever wished for anything--and Bonnie was a firm believer in wishing upon stars--that she hadn't told him the truth. The truth had messed everything up. She'd learned that the truth usually did that, though. Lies were easier. Lies kept people from getting hurt.
As she was making her way through the market, she found a man selling woven blankets. Vampire or not, a blanket seemed like a wise commodity. They were comfy. Bonnie reached out to touch a pale purple one. She liked the color. It reminded her of lavender. Yes, that a blanket would be a good idea.
WHAT: Talking about manly woes
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: The market
Bonnie wasn't sure what a person brought with them when they ran away. She was pretty certain she'd need supplies of some kind, but she wasn't sure what they were. And so, with her purse jingling with pilfered dremlin, Bonnie made her way to Jhelbor's market.
She hadn't really been home since the night of the bonfire--the night that she told Damon the truth. She'd stopped by briefly to pick up her clothes, but since then, she'd been sleeping in one of the abandoned homes. It was easier, she had decided, than having to face him again--and knowing that he knew exactly how she felt.
She wished, more than she'd ever wished for anything--and Bonnie was a firm believer in wishing upon stars--that she hadn't told him the truth. The truth had messed everything up. She'd learned that the truth usually did that, though. Lies were easier. Lies kept people from getting hurt.
As she was making her way through the market, she found a man selling woven blankets. Vampire or not, a blanket seemed like a wise commodity. They were comfy. Bonnie reached out to touch a pale purple one. She liked the color. It reminded her of lavender. Yes, that a blanket would be a good idea.