guys. I'm feeling the feels. i just have to. I just do.
hannahkgilbert xx
bonnie's pov:
The wind stirred around me, dusting my face with the now rising dirt. Nature was fighting against me, but I was stronger. I knew I was. I was going to bring Jeremy back and all of this was going to end. Elena was going to get better and the Salvatore's will finally stop fighting and maybe Caroline will learn to be happy again without Tyler.
They'd all sort of left the 'little witch' alone after prom. Caroline had disappeared and the Salvatore's focused all their energy on saving the long gone Elena , though, my prom king and date for all intensive purposes, was another story.
That night, after my meeting in the cave with Silas, I had gone home to find him sitting on my front porch. He stood up as I approached, lifting an inquisitive eyebrow. "Where'd you go?"
I barked out a laugh. "I needed some air." I answered, sitting on the front steps where he'd been sitting a few moments prior. "Elena tried to kill me."
His face contorted in confusion. "And?" He asked, sitting beside me wearing his signature puppy dog esk eyes and a troubled frown.
"I almost killed her." I replied, voice trembling in the cool nighttime air.
He let out a sigh. "Your magic?"
"Maybe." It was the simplest answer. I sighed, standing up and heading towards the door. "Thanks for tonight." I told him flatly, but he smiled in response. I think he knew how wrong the night felt without Jeremy. I think he knew that I'd seen him somehow. He knew how hard it was.
He nodded, standing and patting my shoulder. "Course. Night, Bonnie."
I nodded, then silently slipped into the house. He kept checking up on me every day, but I was planning, preparing and Silas was on speed dial. Part of me wasn't sure how I felt about it, though. When Silas came to me he almost always wore Jeremy's face. I had no chance of saying no to his demands.
He had the cure.
I had the magic.
Together the door to the other side would be unleashed. With it, bringing all the supernatural beings good and bad back from the dead, but also Jeremy. I would fight for Jeremy to the ends of this earth because he wasn't supposed to die. He wasn't supposed to end this way. It wasn't his fault, all the evil he experienced. He didn't deserve to be dead. Soon he wouldn't be.
The earth shuddered under my knees but I held firm. I was doing this. The spirits couldn't stop me.
"Bonnie!" The voice was far away, somewhere back in the trees behind me.
The wind picked up, fending off whomever it was coming toward me.
"Bonnie!" It called again, but now I let the wind's drop. "Bonnie! Stop it, Bonnie!" It was Jeremy's voice, Jeremy's hands grasping my shoulders. "You're killing yourself, Bonnie, stop!"
I shuddered against his arms. "It worked.." My voice was barely a whisper and I reached up, touching his face lightly.
"Bonnie?" He was confused, eyebrows knitting together. "What worked? What are you doing out here?"
I frowned, letting my fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his neck. "It doesn't matter anymore, Jer.."
His face paled and he tugged away, still holding me but so I couldn't touch his face. "Bonnie, look at me."
I blinked, slowly sitting up in his arms and looking at him. Ever so slowly, his face morphed before my own eyes into the kind one of Matthew Donavan. With that, I pressed my face to his chest and started to sob. I'd been so sure it'd worked. It'd felt so real, but it wasn't.
bahhahahaha I win.
hannahkxx