You and Damon have been friends for a short while… your parents just died and while he was sleeping at your place after stealing and running for the mob, he finds out from going through your mail while you slept in your bedroom.

Damon couldn’t wrap his head around it. You were a kind and caring person; always scared him half to death because of it. He is supposed to be this delinquent guy that didn’t give a fuck about other people or things. He hates you sometimes because of the fact you are naïve to the real world.

“What the hell?” He whispers as she goes through the bills upon bills left on your kitchen counter. He stops when he hears sobbing coming from your room.

“Oh come on..” Damon grumbles to himself. He doesn’t know how to comfort. Just knows how to fight and survive.