// All usual disclaimers!
It had been a while since the witch spent time with her friend. The very first she made when Elijah advised her to leave her shop. Willa was still suffering from blackouts, as far as the witch remembered. The supernatural element about her never really left Asma's mind. What was she? If you spent some more time outside maybe you would know. but you don't. You stay inside and you watch the world from the comfort of your home. Asma was worried, mostly because she knew it only was a matter of time before her actual nemesis came to Mystic Falls, but she had hopes that wherever Willa was, she was at peace and didn't have any headaches.
She hadn't been at the bar for almost a year now and didn't know if Willa would remember her, but it didn't matter. There was something bigger than both of them coming their way and the witch wanted to dedicate all of her attention and time to protecting her beloved town. She looked at the letter she had tried to write several times over the year and never could. It always started with "Dear Willa" and ended up with "I'm sorry." and this pathetic attempt didn't change from the previous one. Frustrated, the witch tore the paper in half and threw it in the trash can. Maybe Willa was fine, maybe she would be. Maybe she didn't need to be harassed by a nobody. What would she tell her anyway? that she had met the Salvatore brothers and their friends? That she fell in love -for the second time in her extremely long lifetime- with one of them and couldn't bring herself into telling him those words? that she knew she was a supernatural creature but couldn't pinpoint which one? That she failed at helping her and wanted to make amends?
There was nothing she could have done, if not just stare blankly at her unfinished letter and sob in silence. She didn't know how to make friends, didn't know how to address them and didn't know how to care for them. Willa must have forgotten about her, it had been a year since they last talked to each other. A year since Asma's first messy attempt at making friends. Willa might have forgotten her...maybe that was for the best. She groaned and ran her hand through her pink locks. Now if only Damon could have left her shop instead of settling in to avoid talking to his brother and Elena. If only he could have left so she wouldn't have to look at him and daydream about him.
Now if only he could have left so she wouldn't feel her breaking heart everytime she heard his voice or felt his strong hands on her shoulders. She needed a friend to confide in and talk to but she couldn't. His friends were too close to him. Her friends weren't even real. So she thought of Willa, thinking that somehow, the image she had of her could give her pieces of advice. Tell her to go. Tell her to run away from Mystic Falls and try again somewhere else. She tried to, but the sight of Damon's beautiful blue eyes was enough to make her knees go weak...That sight alone was enough to make her reconsider and stay. She straightened up in her chair and glanced past the front door where Damon was standing at. He was holding two glasses of bourbon and was smirking at her.
"You haven't left your room in a couple of days. You've been acting weird since I had my nightmare, I think we need to talk."
"MMhh... I think I need a drink instead." She answered, taking the glass he handed to her. "Damon...You haven't talked to Stefan...You have to."
"Maybe. I don't want to." She rolled her eyes and took a sip of bourbon."I guess that's for another day."
"Yeah... another day." -She answered, her face became somber as the witch took a sip of her bourbon.-
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