#herowitch

there weren't many people he felt like indulging today. that heart-split , stomach-sick feeling he'd been nursing since may had made a more permanent home in him ----- festered and rotted until he was rife with infection. take the antibiotics , excise the wound , but , god , it came back ..... it always came back. he could've lived with it ( or preferably died with it ) if they could only stop fucking hovering ..... he'd already readied himself to launch the pillow at elena or stefan ( whichever had assigned themself babysitting duty today ) when bonnie's voice cut through fog of self-induced isolation. see , the thing about bonnie was he actually liked her. she occupied that soft part of his heart reserved exclusively for the girls he'd grown up trailing behind .... the ones going through hell right now. he couldn't bring himself to be another self-absorbed prick wallowing in his own bullshit while she was hung out to dry. maybe to someone else , but not to her. a sigh. he dropped the pillow. turned down sweet spine and opened the door open. " hey. " the door swung open. he gestured for her to come inside. " you okay ?? "