Damon was nursing a dark coffee with a shot of chocolate. He was lost in his own thoughts, wishing he could just take away Brooke and his own memories of the past. He was hurting so much, it truly showed in his body langauge that he was down and out.
He could feel her close by then, he really felt her. She was happy...flirting... she didn't want him. He bit his bottom lip, hearing her laugh, it was loud..notjust in his head either. He turned around and looked at her and the man, walking and carrying on.
She didn't..he.. she was breaking his heart. He felt anger wash over him but it faded quickly when a tear ran downhis face. He hated being emotional. He grabbed his things off the table and left a tip, heading out the door quickly.