AN: Written for Bamon Week - Day 6: The Afterlife.
She found herself once again at The Grille, watching Damon in his nightly ritual. Each evening found him drinking more of that bitter tonic he seemed to love so much.
Drowning his loneliness, perhaps his sorrows.
She finds herself reaching out to touch him, to offer some comfort. She just passes right through. But somehow…somehow…even through his booze addled haze, he can feel a gentle tingle against his skin.
"Bonnie?" He whispers, not knowing exactly why, He glances toward the wall and stares for a moment, then he remembers Jeremy said she's with family for the summer. He shakes away his confusion, going back to his bourbon and returning his attention ahead to nothing.
She found herself once again watching him, waiting for those moments when he would unknowingly stare right at her, maybe even say her name, which made her feel alive… if only for a moment.
