A/N-

My idiot self realized I forgot to incorporate Matt into the first part. It's because I had re-wrote that part at least three times. So by the time the final draft came about, I kept thinking the whole time "I feel like I'm missing something..." Well what do you know, it was Matty-Blue-Eyes. I literally face palmed myself. In the first two rough drafts he was in it, but of course in the last one I forget to write it in. Go figure.

Anyways, enjoy...or cry, whatever you please.

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT BOTTOM DON'T SKIP.


Part Two-

Damon knew he was an aggressive man way before he had even became a vampire. Whenever he had gotten into fights with his father, or even Stefan on a rare occasion, he would storm off to his bedroom and knock down anything in sight.

Now is no different. There he stood in his bedroom with all his dressers crashed onto the ground, bed broken into pieces. Clothes are everywhere along the floor and shards of glass can be found in corners by the walls where he had thrown glasses against them.

He went out and killed people, he hasn't done that for a long time. He wanted to make other people feel the way he felt, dead inside. He wanted another person to feel how Bonnie will end up feeling when this is all over, nothing, because she'd be dead.

The thought of her dying made him so mad, so frustrated, and so hateful to everyone and anything in the world that Damon felt so unlike himself.

He remembers the night he had approached her when he found out that she was sick. How sick he feels to his stomach every time he reflects that memory.

She had just moved into her new apartment in the nice neighborhood in Mystic Falls. There were still boxes around her apartment filled with things she needed to unpack but most of the main furniture was already there. She was sitting on her new white couch, going through a box that looked to be filled with glass plates, cups, etc.

Damon stormed into the apartment, Bonnie had accidentally left the door unlocked. He slams the door shut behind him, causing the witch to flinch. She turns around finding a furious looking Damon glaring at her.

She slowly turned back around and continued cleaning off the dust of the dishes and mumbled, "Well, hello to you too, Damon."

"What the fuck is going on, Bonnie?" He spat as he took a couple steps forward towards the sofa.

Her eyebrows furrowed, "Isn't it obvious? I'm cleaning the dust off the dishes that have been in this old box for who knows how long." She scoffed shaking her head slightly. They were dishes she packed from her Grams' house before she sold it.

Now Damon was right behind the couch, "I'm not talking about the fucking dishes." His voice was low and it made Bonnie stop mid swipe on a wine glass. "I'm talking about Stefan freaking out on me, telling me you're dying. He's lying, right? The stupid idiot must have gotten it wrong. You're not dying, you're twenty-seven-"

Bonnie gulped, she didn't bother to move her eyes anywhere away from the glass in her hands, "Things happen, Damon. I'm still a human and-"

"STOP! STOP FUCKING LYING, BONNIE!"

"God, Damon, I wish I was lying to you." She sighed and he huffed behind her, shaking his head in disbelief even though she couldn't see him.

She sniffed, and kept herself together. She moved her head to the right slightly and spoke so softly, "It'll all be okay, Damon. I'm gonna fight this. You know me. I'm Bonnie Bennett. There's nothing I can't survive." She cracked a smile, but even Damon knew it was a broken one. He knew she was scared shitless.

"Can my blood-"

She cut him off, "No, Damon." She shook her head, "Caroline already offered. I don't want to do this that way. It's not fair to all the people who can't use vampire blood for this because they don't know some supernatural blood can cure them. It's not right. What would make me so special?"

"Being Bonnie Bennett's pretty fucking special if you ask me." Snapped Damon.

She smiled a little bigger this time.

"Why the hell did Stefan know before me? Or even Caroline? How long have you known? Why couldn't you tell me-"

"Because you were the hardest person for me to say it to." She spoke so sadly.

His face morphed into a scowl, "Don't give me that bullshit."

She finally turned around and faced him, and exclaimed, "It's true! All I kept thinking about this last two months was, 'how am I supposed to tell Damon?' And all I kept picturing in my mind was your reaction and it was exactly like how you're acting right now."

Damon listened intently to explanation. His eyes narrowed, "You've known for two months?" He asked in a deadly quiet voice. His arms are crossed over his chest and Bonnie became silent. She was at a loss for words.

He shook his head slowly. Disappointment shown in his eyes and Bonnie felt so sick of herself. Why hadn't she told him before? None of this would be happening right now if she did.

"Please, Damon." She begged. She never begs. "Let me explain-"

Her hand reached over the couch and grabbed his leather arm. He pulled away from her touch instantly as if she burned him. Her breath hitched in her throat. She felt like she was already dead at that moment.

"Screw you, Bonnie." He spat as he headed towards the door.

She pulled herself off the couch and tried following him, "Damon, wait-" but he was already out the door. He didn't want to hear another lie from her.

Caroline went and visited Bonnie that night. She walks into the apartment with bags of groceries in her hands. "Hey, Bon. I went to the store and I couldn't help myself." She laughed. "I got you some things that are very healthy and totally okay for you to eat. I figured since-well- with everything you might want to have a full refrigerator and the empty one you have now is a big no no." Caroline placed the groceries on the small kitchen counter and realized she hadn't heard a reply from Bonnie. She walked towards the living area of the apartment and all of a sudden a horrified gasp escapes her.

A half hour after that Damon gets a phone call from Stefan saying Bonnie's in the hospital. She had passed out and hour after he left. All due to stress, something the doctor told her to specifically stay away from.

Damon was so horrified, so guilt-ridden, he destroyed the entire living room of the boarding house, much to Stefan's dismay. He then went to the hospital and never left Bonnie's side. He first apologized and practically begged her for forgiveness.

She forgave him easily. Told him he had a right to be upset. She explained that she wanted to hold no grudges. She wanted no drama with him.

He held her that night. Whispering sweet encouraging words to her. Telling her she will have an amazing future. Telling her all his hopes and wishes for her. She held onto him so tight, Damon was glad he was a vampire and didn't really need oxygen to breathe.

Now, was she not going to have a future? Was she doomed to die at the age of twenty-seven? All Damon knew for sure, was that she was not going to be going through her last few hours alone.


Caroline, Stefan, Alaric, and Matt sat downstairs in the boarding house. All of them remaining silent as they listened to Damon upstairs crash everything in his line of sight.

Matt shook his head, then dropped it into his hands and groaned. "You know, for a while there, I thought Damon was the most sane of all of us with this whole thing going on."

Stefan disagreed, "I knew he wasn't. He was in denial for a while there, he just thought she'd get better or she'll change her mind and ask him to drink his blood. I don't think he thought she'll actually die."

Alaric continued to sip his bourbon, his eyes glued to the fireplace. Hearing someone he considered one of his best friends for the longest time go through something he is too familiar with, was killing him inside. Just hearing Damon slowly go insane up there, was making all of them tense.

As Caroline spoke, her face stayed expressionless, "I used to think Damon never really cared for Bonnie. I thought he was using her for the longest time. Then when this happened I thought all he would care about was getting Elena back." She rolled her eyes. "But watching him in that hospital room, when she was sleeping, and he would just stare at her, and not even say a word. He just stared, as if he was just trying to remember it. Remember her."

Her eyes watered and a sob formed in the back of her throat. "And-and then he would take her hand and kiss it. But the way he held it, like she was so fragile, and she is- she is fragile...when did Bonnie become fragile? She was always so strong. She isn't supposed to be fragile...She's supposed to be superwoman." Her head shook and her eyes shut tightly together as she let out a strangled sob and leaned against Stefan's shoulder, "She's the reason we're all alive today. She's supposed to live. It's not f-fair. It's just not. We-we failed her."

Stefan wrapped his arm around Caroline tightly and held her close. His heart broke in half. For his friend who was laying on her deathbed, his girlfriend he loves very much who's losing her best friend, and his brother who is coming to terms with losing the love of his life.

Matt started to cry, his face getting red and tears streaking down the sides of his cheeks. Bonnie was his rock. How can he go on without his rock? How can she miss the birth of his first child he's having with his wife Sarah? He's supposed to have a baby girl be born this winter. How can she miss it? She was supposed to be the godmother. His baby can't have a godmother who is already up above. How can his child go on never knowing her Aunt Bonnie, one of the most amazing women he had ever met.

How will any of them go on after this?

Caroline wiped her nose with the back of her hand and leaned away from Stefan. "I-" she hiccuped, "already am planning the-" now she stuttered as the toughest word for her to say was trying to come out, "funeral."

"You doing a eulogy?" Stefan asked her softly.

She tried to hold back the next sob that threatened to break free, "I—I guess," after an obvious hesitation, she shook her head breaking down again, "I can't, Stefan. Please, I can't. I can't talk about Bonnie in front of people. I can't talk about how amazing she was, because all I want to say is that she saved my life more times to count and I can't say that and I can't say I failed her and I can't say anything without breaking down."

Alaric's glass dropped from his hands onto the ground. No one said anything, they ignored it, or they hadn't even noticed.

She looked up at Stefan with half hopeful eyes and half with tears of misery, "Do-do you think Damon would?"

Stefan opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by an unexpected voice.

"Don't plan on me being there."

Everyone's attention snapped to the opening of the living room. There stood was Damon, in his signature black leather jacket, and his face showed no emotion.

Stefan stood up from his seat, walking towards Damon's direction.

"Where are you going?" He asked his older brother slowly.

"None of your business." Damon snapped. After noticing Stefan's frown, he said, "Why aren't you guys at the hospital?"

Stefan sighs, he leans his head forward and rubs at his eyes tiredly, "I'm washing some of mine and Caroline's clothes. Then we're heading back to the hospital tonight to see how Bonnie's doing."

" I'm just drinking your bourbon." Grumbled a drunk Alaric from the corner.

Damon smirked his way, "You do that, buddy."

He can hear Caroline's sniffling from the couch, "Damon, about the funeral-"

Damon huffed. "No. I'm not talking about the funeral and I'm sure as hell am not discussing Bonnie dying to you people or anyone else for that matter."

Caroline gasped. Her jaw dropped and so did Matt's.

Before either of them can speak, Stefan spoke up, "Damon, that isn't really fair-" he started to whisper but Damon interrupted, ignoring him altogether.

"I'm going away, Stefan."

Everyone was taken back by this sudden news.

"With...Elena?" Stefan asked sort of awkwardly considering the circumstances.

Damon scowled, "No." He stated as if the answer was obvious. "I won't be seeing Elena when she wakes up."

Now they were all confused. Stefan shook his head, "Where are you going?"

Damon answered immediately, "I'm not telling you or anyone else. I'm leaving Mystic Falls and going someplace far away. Just know that I'll be happy wherever I'm at."

Stefan looked at him like he was crazy, "What about Elena?"

"This isn't about Elena. It'll never be about Elena again."

The two brothers looked at each other. As if a mutual understanding was made between the two of them, and Stefan nodded his consent.

"Promise me you won't go looking for me?" Damon asked.

Stefan hesitated before promising his brother. They hugged briefly, Stefan thought it was bit strange that Damon held on a bit more tightly than usual, but didn't say anything.

Damon turned to the other three. "Blondie," he starts making his way towards her. He looks down and says, "Make sure that is the best damn funeral Mystic Falls- hell all of Virginia has ever fricking seen...and," he paused to pull something out of his back pocket. It was a white envelope with Elena's name written on it. "Make sure Elena gets this."

She nodded as tears fell down her cheeks quietly and genuine smiled tugged at the end of her lips.

He turned to Alaric and squeezed his shoulder. "You're free to all the bourbon left here." Damon smirks and Alaric just laughs slightly. "I'm sorry..." Damon whispers silently and Alaric frowns again, understanding taking over him.

He looks over at Matt, "Quarterback," he smirks and Matt rolls his eyes, "I may have overheard you and Sarah talking about the baby the other day..." Matt started to scowl but his face changes from one of annoyance to one of sadness and happiness all at once, "I think Bonnie would love it if you name the baby after her." Bonnie Victoria Donovan, was what Sarah and Matt had been thinking about.

With that, Damon left saying his final goodbyes. Now he had one last person to see.


Bonnie Bennett knew she was in love with Damon the moment he saved her life from Kai. The look of worry that flashed over his face when he saw her and the gentle caress of a kiss he laid on her forehead was a done deal for Bonnie. She was hooked.

She always knew she was infatuated with him, ever since they were in 1994 together that is. At first it was a total hate relationship, then over time they became friends, and after a while she developed a crush on him, and then he was gone.

That hurt her more than anything, figuratively and literally. She knew she was sending him off to be back with Elena, and he would soon have forgotten her. But that didn't happen.

He still wanted to be her friend when she saw him again. He still talked to her, teased her, he saved her.

When what happened to her and Elena happened...she knew she was never meant to be with Damon. She can't be with her best friend's boyfriend while she's in a coma! She can't be with him knowing he'll always love Elena, she wouldn't be the only girl for him, ever.

She couldn't put herself through that.

She looks down at her fingers, feelings the tips of them. She remembers how powerful she used to feel. Not weak, not like this. She used to be so much better than this.

Bonnie remembers how it felt when she first started to lose her magic. It was a horrifying thing to go through, having her magic slip away from her so slowly and there's nothing she can do about it. She's so weak that using magic is practically impossible now. It's basically not even with her anymore.

She remembers breaking down in Damon's arms when she noticed she couldn't light a candle with just her mind anymore. Damon held her tight, whispering to her, "It doesn't matter whether you have your magic or not. You'll always be my little witch."

She's never felt so human, so useless, so worthless before. And oh lord, did she truly hate it.

Bonnie looks down where there are currently no cars passing by. A heavy sigh escapes her and she lifts her head back up and closes her eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out.

There she stood, with her white hospital gown wrapped around her, her back straight as she balanced herself on the ledge of the hospital building roof.

She wants to jump. She wants to end it all right here, right now. She already knows it's happening, so why prolong it? She can't take watching Caroline have another one of her breakdowns, Stefan standing in the corner offering encouraging words that even she doesn't believe anymore because there's no hope. Matt and Sarah would walking in, hand in hand, and Bonnie would look at the pregnant woman and come to terms with knowing she'll never meet Matt and Sarah's child. She'll never meet her niece. She can't stand to look at Alaric walk into the hospital room drunk every time. She hated seeing what he was doing to himself and she didn't want to see that anymore.

She especially couldn't face Damon again.

Not after everything she told him. Not after knowing that that would be there last time seeing each other. For the last three months all she wanted was a proper goodbye with Damon, now she's dreading it. She never wants to have to mumble those words to him, ever. She said what she had to say and made her peace. She can finally be free.

She wonders if everyone gets at that point in their lives, where they just want to give up...Does everyone who comes face to face with death always feel like this?

She's died twice before. Both times she couldn't really explain them, but she didn't feel the death, per say. Being dead can be lonely, but she hopes this time she'll be able to find her peace. She'll finally be truly happy. Please, she just wants to be happy. She wants the ache in her chest to stop hurting.

She leans forwards a little. She takes her right foot off the ledge and leans off of it. Right when she's about to jump, she's suddenly pulled back, two strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist and an erratic breath can heard from behind her ear.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I told you not to die before I came back." A familiar voice that always makes her shiver is whispered into her ear.

She turns around, and with all her weakness pushes him away from her. "Stop, Damon." She says, her breathing uncontrollable now.

He wasn't back down. "How the hell did you even get up here?"

Bonnie shrugged but Damon glared. He wanted her to tell him how. She sighs in defeat. "I may have witnessed a nurse ,one day a couple months ago when I walking around the hospital, steal some drugs...and I may have threatened said nurse that if she doesn't wheel me out onto the roof I'll report her."

Damon shook his head in disbelief. "I don't even know how you're standing up right now."

"Trust me," Bonnie sighed, "It's taking up all of my energy." With those words said, she kneels down and takes a seat on the ledge where she once stood. Taking a deep breath.

"Why are you here, Damon?" She asks him softly.

He sighs, "I'm not here to fight with you, if that's what you're worried about."

She blinked. "Came for the farewell, then? How nice. And let me guess, everybody is downstairs right now waiting to say their goodbyes as well."

She doesn't want to say goodbye, she just wants to leave!

She didn't expect that when the time actually came that it would feel like this. She thought it'd be more simple. Saying goodbye to the people you love forever will never be simple.

"I'm actually not here to say goodbye."

Now Bonnie was frowning. "What?"

His face remained expressionless as he went on, "I talked to a witch. She tied me to you. You die, I die, Bon-Bon. We're in this together."


A/N- Okay, so I guess I lied, this will probably be like three, most likely four parts.

Hope you all don't mind

Sorry for the cliffhanger, I originally wasn't going to leave it there but I thought it would be mean if I did, so I did it (: I