Flashback

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Summary:

Damon is having a flashback from when he was 12 on thanksgiving and Enzo is there to comfort him

No one's pov:

Sure, here's a longer fanfic:

Damon sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. Enzo walked in, carrying two beers.

"Hey, mate. What's wrong?" Enzo asked, handing Damon a beer.

Damon took the beer and took a sip. "I had a flashback," he said, looking down at his hands.

Enzo sat down next to him. "What happened?"

"It was Thanksgiving when I was 12. My mom had just died and my dad was drunk. He was screaming at me, telling me that I killed her," Damon said, his voice cracking.

Enzo put his arm around Damon. "I'm sorry, mate. That must have been tough."

Damon leaned into Enzo's embrace. "It was. But then you came along and everything changed. You showed me that I wasn't alone."

Enzo smiled. "That's what friends are for."

Damon smiled back. "Thanks, Enzo. You're the best."

Enzo chuckled. "I know. Now, let's drink to forget."

Damon raised his beer. "To forgetting."

Enzo clinked his beer against Damon's. "Cheers."

They drank in silence for a few minutes before Enzo spoke up. "You know, I've had my fair share of flashbacks too."

Damon looked at Enzo. "Really? What happened?"

Enzo took a deep breath. "When I was in the war, I saw some things that I wish I could forget. But I can't. They haunt me every day."

Damon put his hand on Enzo's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Enzo. I had no idea."

Enzo shrugged. "It's fine. I just try not to think about it."

Damon nodded. "I know what you mean. It's hard to forget the past."

Enzo finished his beer and stood up. "Well, we can't change the past. But we can make the most of the present."

Damon smiled. "You're right. Let's do something fun."

Enzo grinned. "How about we go to the bar and pick up some girls?"

Damon rolled his eyes. "Typical Enzo."

Enzo laughed. "Hey, it's better than sitting here feeling sorry for ourselves."

Damon stood up. "Fine. But I'm driving."

Enzo threw his arm around Damon's shoulder. "Deal. Let's go."

They left the house happily

Word count: 371

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