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"Bonnie's dead, Care."
Elena's words run through her like a bullet, her stomach drops and she shakes her head. No she's not, she thinks. She can't be dead. It's Bonnie, Bonnie can't die - she can't leave them. She remembers seeing Bonnie before the veil closed, she remembers their friendship, their laughter and their arguments - the split moments in time when they would ignore each other, and run right back into their friendship like nothing had happened.
So she shakes her head, ignores the pit in her stomach and the sudden lump forming in her throat. "No," she says simply. "No, she's not. She's fine. She emailed me-"
"That was Jeremy, Caroline. Bonnie's been with him all summer. He covered. She didn't want us to know." Caroline closes her eyes and lets out a shaky breath. Jeremy - it's confirmed.
She's really dead, and she's never going to see her again.
Caroline shakes her head for the third time and lets the tears fall from her eyes as she turns away from Elena and walks through the corridor of the Salvatore Boarding House, towards the front door. "We're having a memorial, this afternoon. We're going to say goodbye."
Caroline doesn't turn back and opens the door, but she hears Elena's whisper of the time and place, and the empty apology sobbed along with it.
Hours later she finds herself sat on a cold plaque of stone, covered in black, and minutes later she finds Stefan's hand over her own in comfort.
You have me, he promises her, and she thinks it doesn't matter.
Bonnie's not here, and she never will be.
She imagines Bonnie lying alone on the floor, and she wonders if it hurt. She wonders how it felt before she died, she wonders if Bonnie knew it was going to happen - if she went quickly, or if it hurt her - that in that split second, Bonnie was scared. She haunts herself with thoughts of how Bonnie died, the fear in her veins, the thoughts, the pain. She wonders what she could have done - but she knows there was nothing she could have done. It was supposed to happen, that's what people keep telling her - God's will.
She wonders if Bonnie thought of her before she died, of all the things she could have said, but didn't, and suddenly Caroline thinks of all the things she should have said.
Like, I love you.
But maybe Bonnie's here now, maybe she knows. So Caroline looks up at the ceiling and blinks back burning tears.
"I hate you," she whispers. "Please, let this be a dream."
But it isn't.
She's gone.
Bonnie's gone, and Caroline rings the bell.
My friend died. And this is the only way I could get it out. Klaroline will be back soon - Moments will be updated as soon as I can. Bare with me. Review, please.