GHOST STORY. ❝PEOPLE SPEED BY, NOT NOTICING THE DETAILS OF THEIR SURROUNDINGS. FOR THEM, I AM JUST ANOTHER GHOST WITH AN UNFINISHED BUSINESS.❞
[EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE]
[PLOT BY @raIijah]
[AU]
[COVER BY @goodhYOUman]
[ dxppelicious 2018 ]
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( little thanksgiving chapter ! )
IT WAS THANKSGIVING AND ERIN WAS ALONE. Ever since she had died she alone so it wasn't anything since she couldn't do anything about it. Now, she was in Mystic Falls, her family was here but they thought that she was dead, and she couldn't do anything about it either. Erin sat on the edge of Wickery Bridge with Chinese takeout, she had a small plate of pork fried rice and boneless spare ribs with a can of Coca-Cola and two little fortune cookies.
Erin ate two spoonfuls of rice before taking a sip of soda. She had remembered the taste of coke and the fizz of the sugary drink. She had missed the human food, especially her mom's cooking at the time of Thanksgiving.
"I thought I'd find you here," Erin turned her head to see Damon, the corner of her lips turned into a smile, she put the food aside and threw her arms up in the air.
"And you're back!" Damon walked over to where she was and sat down next to her, he looked at what she was eating and furrowed his brows.
"Why are you all out here by yourself?" he asked taking a sip of her coke.
She watched him carefully and she gave him a look when he took a sip of her coke, "I have nowhere to go for Thanksgiving," she took the coke out of his hands, "And this is mine, go buy your own can, it's only a dollar."
"Well, I'm glad you're drinking something other than that nasty beer," he grabbed a small piece of the boneless spare ribs and threw it in his mouth.
"Are you going to keep taking my food?" she asked cocking her eyebrow, "Plus, don't you have friends or some family to hang out with?"
Damon licked his lips before answering, "I do but my brother is a pain in the ass and everyone else is doing their own thing."
Erin pouted sarcastically before smiling, "Well, then I guess we'll spend this Thanksgiving together, how does that sound?" she eyed Damon looking for a reaction in him.
"Well, there's no other option is there?"
Erin placed the plate of food between them and gave him one of the fortune cookies she had gotten, "Well, as they say in France, bon appetit!"
Damon raised his brows as he opened his mouth to eat the food, every few minutes he would lick his lips to get rid of the sauce that was ok the spare ribs. After Erin was done, she licked her fingers and wiped them off with a napkin.
After Damon was done, Erin handing him a fortune cookie, "Here, open it."
Damon grabbed the cookie, "Do you really believe in this?"
