TURN TO HAPPINESS

Wilona's P.O.V

I chuckle helplessly as I wipe my tears away, opening my eyes to find the blurred vision that had struck my life into an unrecognizable cast of sadness and sorrow that had kept me locked up in a chamber of solitude. One that hid in the shadows until Damon, who'd come in and shone his light without even knowing just how bright he truly shone.

I wipe at the tears, my cheeks wet and stained with the undeniable truth that even my most fearful thoughts couldn't shut away.

Damon was my happiness.

It was Damon who made me smile after months of heartache, Damon who made me laugh after weeks of tears and Damon who held me when the touch of anyone else terrified me.

Damon who went out of his way to keep me happy, Damon who walked me home after work, Damon who cooked me dinner and breakfast and anything that my heart desired.

Damon who took Sassy for walks when I couldn't even though she hated him, Damon who promised to make me my own special knives to match his, Damon who read books out loud for me. Damon who never touched me first but waited for my consent instead. Damon who was always there for me.

It was Damon who had given me my happiness back and Damon who had become my happiness in turn.

I push my negative thoughts away, all shadows of doubt which tried to overpower me at this moment. I pushed it all away as I steady myself and headed straight for the door. Pulling it open, and knocking on the opposite door before I could think against it.

My breathing comes out labored and rushed as I wait, chest tightening against my racing heart as nerves trickle in through the fog of need and want that made it impossible to spend even a minute longer without Damon.

The door pulls open to reveal a blurred image of the man I was without a doubt falling for, my mouth locks as anxiety triples its way through my bloodstream, heart freezing in its place but it was all feeble when going up against the absolute elation that filled me at the sight of him.

Being this close to him after too much time apart made the tears come even faster as he stood waiting, waiting for me to take the first step because he would always wait for me to make the first move.

I jump into his arms taking him by surprise and making him stumble back a bit as he holds me to him, my arms latch around him as shockwaves ripple through me at the feel of him against me. The feeling of his skin against me, the sweet aroma that he carried with him, the overwhelming warmth of him all combine to fill my body with a firework display of bliss within my heart.

A feeling which only grows when Damon wraps his arms around my waist after a stunned moment of hesitation, he pulls me close and then tighter against him. Burying his face into my neck he breathes me in as he leans into me, my feet stay off the ground as I let myself get swept in his care and comfort.

Neither of us says a single word as we soak in one another's warmth, my body finally settling from its state of discomfort that'd formed since our parting. My tears flow freely with the weight of it all, Damon's words and his presence, too much to bear but somehow not enough at all. My body rakes me small sobs as he keeps me to him, as promising to never let me go even if I tried to run.

Resting me on my feet, I'm forced to untangle myself from Damon as he pulls back to look at me, his deep blue eyes swirling clearing at the contact allowing me to see the man I'd grown to care for before I could catch up with my own heart.

He holds my face close, his larger hands holding me in place while his thumbs wipe away my tears while his flowed freely. Those beautiful blue eyes hold me captive, as he studies me with both terror and complete happiness, his lips spreading in a wavy smile.

"I'm sorry." He whispers and I shake my head quickly to rid him of any more apologies.

"I know you are Damon, you don't have to apologize anymore," I assure him as I rest my smaller over his, gripping onto them like the lifeline that they were. "I know you didn't mean it, I forgive you."

The words seemed to be the trigger to break down his barely standing walls of fright as his deep blues glaze over with more tears that topple over without permission. He pulls me back into him, holding me even tighter as his body trembled against mine, relief so great it swept into me as I clung to him.

"It's okay Damon, I know you didn't mean to hurt me," I say gently against his collarbone as my fingers sweep into his hair. "I'm sorry that I didn't see that earlier."

"I'll be better." He promises against my skin. "I promise, I'll be better."

"You don't have to be," I reply holding him tighter to me. "You're already too good," I tell him honestly, smiling slightly at his determination as I press soft, loving kisses to his neck that seems to relax him a bit.

When he's calm down, I pull back enough to press my lips to his. He falls into the kiss as we sink into one another, a hum of contentment pouring out of him as our lips move slowly in a gentle caress that sends electricity pumping through my veins. Our movements aren't rushed, careful and testing as we fall back into the feel of one another that came easily.

Pulling away, I peck his lips once more before letting my eyes meet him smiling when I find them almost glowing which he smiled back weakly at me.

"Damon..." I start gently, making his deep blues focus directly onto me. I steel myself to tell the truth, knowing he needed to hear the words like I had needed to hear his. "You're my happiness too."

His smile stretches further across his face, his worry morphing into complete delight as he delivers a doting kiss that makes my head swirl as he claims me as his. He pulls apart all too soon, smile wide on his lips as more tears build in his eyes. Before I can say another word, he picks me up suddenly pulling a squeal from me as he spins me around. His face radiates his joy as he holds me to him through his display of contentment that leaves me laughing desperately in his arms.

I stare down at him, smile transferring to my lips as I watch him in all his glory.

My light.