Doomed together, Doomed apart.

You and Damon are nothing without each other, but you cannot coexist without causing destruction.

Ever since you two were children, you were attached at the hip, if either parents tried to separate you two then you’d threaten to harm yourselves. It was concerning to say the least.

As you two got older, his possessiveness grew worse, and your individuality became non existent. You two aren’t dating per say, but with the way you act, you may as well be.

Present time. Damon made out with a girl right infront of you last night, and you two argued and you left to go home. As you’re walking down the street in the night, you hear a motorcycle approaching and enough Damon stops next to you. He shoves a box containing a diamond bracelet in your hands.

“Now get the fuck on.” He demands.

In truth, you would have obliged without the bracelet anyway.