Sorry, it's been a while hasn't it? This is a short one but i'm thinking of doing a part 2...maybe. To clear up any confusion from the last oneshot, Bonnie could be turning back to the priest to stop the wedding? or she could be carrying on with the wedding? (I know which one I prefer *cough*the first*cough*)
Bonnie stared down at the hunched figure, her eyes brimming with tears.
"I don't understand why you do this, Damon!" The words left her lips, hoarse and broken. The figure flinched at her words and pushed the lifeless body away from him, bringing his hand up to his mouth he smeared the excess blood away, leaving a bloody smudge across his cheek. "Every time I think you've got back on track, you pull some idiotic stunt like this and we're back at square one." Bonnie tried not to look at the corpse of the woman but she was too sickened to look at Damon himself. Damon reached out for the half full beer bottle, still choosing to ignore his witch's words. Bonnie flicked her wrist and the bottle flew out of his reach spilling its contents across the blood splattered carpet. Damon looked up at Bonnie, his eyes still dark and his normal smirk plastered across his face.
"Well that was rude." His voice calm and collective, contrasting the chaotic scene that surrounded him completely. Bonnie's hands tightened into small fists, making it seem that her knuckles could burst through her paper skin at any given moment.
"No, Damon. What's rude is that I've been trying to help you and you couldn't care less!" Bonnie cried, her voice turned soft and became barely audible. "It's times like this where I question if you really care or not? If you've really changed at all?" Damon rolled his eyes and stood up.
"Little bird..."He reached out to touch her face but she moved backwards. Damon frowned in confusion, she had never denied him before. Bonnie continued to back away, her hand reaching for the door handle behind her. Her eyes still transfixed on Damon.
"No." She mumbled, her lips quivering and her whole body shaking slightly. "No, Damon. I don't want to do this anymore."
"Bonnie?" Damon questioned, his mind confused from what was happening in front of him.
"I'm sick of you using me like this. Every time something happens between you and Elena you do this!" Bonnie gestured to the wreck of the room: The curtains torn, blood splattered walls and numerous broken bottles scattered everywhere, each drained of it's alcoholic substance.
"Bonnie, stop..."
"...Leaving me to sort you out. And once I get you back." A nervous laugh left her lips. "Well, you go and do it all again." Damon watched the angry tears fall to the ground not knowing what to say, he had never seen her like this. "But I'm always stupid enough to go out of my well to help you every single time, because each time there's a voice inside my head that's saying 'maybe he'll feel the same way this time' because that's the only reason I've stuck around this long..."
"Bonnie... I..."
"...Because I was an idiot for falling in love with you when you're too star struck by your perfect Elena." Bonnie turned the door handle the click echoing in the silence.
"Bonnie listen..." Damon called out reaching out again. Bonnie turned and walked through the door glancing back once more.
"Maybe things might've been different if I had met you first." With those words spoken Bonnie turned and ran, leaving Damon frozen.
"BONNIE!" Damon cried painfully, His mind slowly putting what just happened together, not wanting to believe it, not wanting to believe that he lost her. Her last words playing on repeat in his head, 'if I had met you first.' He sunk his head in his hands, pulling at his hair in frustration. That one night, the night that he made the biggest mistake of his afterlife. The night he made her forget.
"But I did meet you first."