[ under different circumstances, the smile and amused sigh would be less weighed - but it's not. she looks down at the soup, thinks about eating it - but instead places her spoon down. ] Damon, we need to talk. About Caroline, about everything. [ she turns towards him, her hands bracing against the bench between them. ] Or maybe I need to talk, and I need you to listen. [ it's only then she raises her eyes. maybe it's the quiet between them, that enough time has passed for her to come to this place. maybe she just knows she should have before. ] You hurt me, and you hurt Caroline. And I know that you know that, and you can't take it back.
I thought I could trust you. I thought I could trust you not to do something like that. Not anymore, not if - [ she swallows thickly. she thinks of jeremy; she thinks of bonnie - of all the awful things he's done. she thinks about how it changed, how those awful things suddenly became about keeping her safe. it doesn't make it better, but it was something she knew - damon wouldn't do anything awful just to hurt her. ] Not if you didn't have a reason.
[ she pauses, lets that settle between them. ] Maybe it makes me... [ she shakes her head, trails off. she's not sure what it makes her. ] I still trust you. And I'm not sorry that I do; I'm not sorry that I'm in love with you.