Alright, so I know I haven't update on My Sweet Prince in a LONG time, but I'm trying to get my inspiration back for that. I haven't written in a long time, because my muse had run away, but she came back to give me this. At first, while I was writing this, all that was going through my mind was, "WTF am I writing?" I still don't know, but I decided that someone is bound to like it. I'd definitely say that it's OOC in some parts, but the only explanation I can give is that people do and say strange things after they're finished going through a hard time. I will most likely (hopefully) continue this, because I won't feel obligated to follow whatever the show does. I guess you could say that this is inspired by Delicate by Damien Rice.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, so don't kid yourself into thinking I do. I also don't own the rights to any Damien Rice songs.

Just breathe.

All Bonnie was thankful for was that she had a clear head, finally, for the first time in a long time. Katherine was finally dead, and every terrible, horrific thing she brought with her was no more.

Bonnie felt a weight leave her chest, and she felt like crying, she was so happy.

She stood in the middle of the forest with Elena, Caroline, Stefan, Mr. Saltzman, Jeremy, and Damon. None of them moved, just stared at the spot of charred earth where Katherine had just been killed, courtesy of Bonnie.

No one could believe that it was all over, they could all breathe with a new sense of purpose.

Bonnie began to laugh, all her energy and level-headedness gone. The nightmare was over, and laughing didn't feel like such a bad thing anymore.

Elena began walking over towards her.

"Bonnie?" She questioned.

Bonnie sunk to the ground, with tears of joy and laughter in her eyes.

"I-" She couldn't stop. "I don't kn-know what's happening to me, but I feel-I feel so relieved." Bonnie clutched her side.

A chuckle sounded in.

Bonnie turned towards it.

Damon's chuckles turned into full-blown laughter as he walked towards Bonnie.

"You, my dear witch, are a hoot." He said as he held out a hand.

Bonnie graciously accepted his help and stood up.

"Oh, my God! Bonnie, your head is bleeding!" Elena shouted. She gingerly touched near Bonnie's temple, but Bonnie waved her off.

"I'm fine." She said. "I'm just fine." She wrapped her arms around herself, looking up to gaze at the stars. "It's really pretty out tonight."

Stefan and Damon glanced at each other, the putrid stench of Katherine's burnt flesh still in the air.

Stefan spoke up first.

"I think we need to get Bonnie home. I'm sure that spell took a lot out of her."

Elena put her arm around Bonnie's shoulders, intending to lead her towards her car, which was parked along the nearest road.

Bonnie shrugged Elena off and ran over to Jeremy. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.

"Thanks for being awesome. I wish you were my brother." She said.

Jeremy looked uncomfortable for a second before awkwardly patting Bonnie's back. "No problem." He made eye contact with Damon. "I think we need to get Bonnie home to get some rest."

Damon stepped towards Bonnie.

"Come on, princess." He said.

"Nuh-uh. I'm perfectly fi-" Her eyes rolled back and her legs fell out from under her. Damon rushed to catch her before she made contact with the hard ground. He shifted her until she was lying in his arms, bridal style.

He turned to Stefan.

"Was she supposed to temporarily lose her mind before passing out?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe it was a witch thing." Stefan replied.

Bonnie slowly opened her eyes, making note that she was in her room. It was nighttime, and Bonnie wasn't sure how long she had been asleep.

She stumbled as she walked over to her cell phone, which was lying on her desk. She checked the date and saw that she had been asleep for 4 days.

What the hell? Bonnie was immediately thankful that her dad was away on business for a week and didn't call often.

"How are you feeling?"

Bonnie wheeled around to see Damon Salvatore standing in the middle of her bedroom; she took note of the window that had been closed moments before.

"Don't you need an invitation to get in?" Bonnie asked.

Damon smiled as if he was remembering a fond memory.

"You came to long enough for you to invite me in."

"Why would I invite you in?"

"Well, I thought Elena might've needed some help carrying you in."

Bonnie paused to absorb his words.

"Are you calling me fat?" She demanded.

Damon's eyed widened.

"No! I just meant that I could adequately carry you into your house without whacking you into stuff."

"Whatever."

"And, besides, I wanted an invitation into your house."

Bonnie raised her eyebrows.

"Great."

Damon sat on Bonnie's bed.

"So-"

"What?" Bonnie said.

"Let me finish." He admonished. "So, like I asked earlier, how are you feeling?"

"Hungry."

Damon considered this.

"All right. Let's go get you some food."

"You know what?"

"What?" Damon said.

Bonnie picked up a fry and took a bite out of it.

"I don't hate you anymore."

Damon's tumbler of scotch halted halfway to his mouth. Bonnie continued eating.

"I….don't understand." He said, finally.

"Well, I mean, there's still a general dislike, but it's really toned down."

"Good to know." Damon said, his brows furrowed.

"You look confused."

Several times, Damon looked like he was going to start talking, but he'd stop and think.

"Why?" He finally said.

Bonnie leaned forward on the table.

"Wow. I've really stumped you, haven't I?"

"No!" Damon denied.

"I've stumped the great Damon Salvatore."

"You don't have to put it like that." He replied snidely.

"I don't hate you anymore, Damon, because I've decided that life's too delicate to go around hating people. I mean, we killed Katherine. Katherine. She was immortal, but not really, 'cause we killed her. But, what I'm trying to say is, someday, someone could kill me. And, what would I have spent my entire life doing? Hating people. I don't want that."

"No one's going to kill you." Damon said.

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do." He said, quickly, looking at Bonnie's face.

"How?" She quietly asked, not able to look away from his eyes.

"'Cause I won't let anyone."

Bonnie slowly exhaled, not expecting the serious turn in conversation.

She started to speak, but Damon continued.

"It's not because of some promise I made to Emily. You're my friend, Bonnie. Even though we don't act like friends do, I consider you one. And, believe me, I don't do that often."

A silence blanketed over them.

Unsure of what else to do, Bonnie pushed her plate towards Damon.

"Want one?" She gestured to her fries.

"I thought you would never ask." He replied, grabbing a handful.

"Well, what are friends for?"

Damon looked up at Bonnie, surprise etched on his face. He softly smiled and nodded his head.

"Yeah." He agreed.

Bonnie smiled back at him.

They both looked away, unsure of what to do.

"Do you want ketchup?" Bonnie asked.


Aren't they just so awkwardly adorable?

Yeah, I don't know what this is.

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