Bonnie drove and drove, mindlessly, not paying any attention to road signs.
She hated Mystic Falls; the place she once called home. She hated vampires, witches, the supernatural, magic, everything that had turned her naive little world upside down.
But most of all, she hated Damon for triggering this hatred. It was his obsession with the past that caused him trouble. Stefan was harmless when he had arrived. The tranquility of this town was only broken because Damon decided to stalk his brother and steal his girl. So where did the blame really lie? With Elena? For looking like Katherine Pierce? For being indecisive just like she was?
The irony didn't escape Bonnie - she still had no idea what to choose, which road sign to follow.
Bonnie felt an inkling of guilt for blaming Elena. But that's all it was, an inkling, and that surprised her. She slammed her brakes and put her head on the steering wheel. You're an awful person, said Damon in her head. Go away, she mumbled before setting off again.
It was like being in the Other Side all over again.
She was sick of being a lamb to the slaughter. What would happen if she followed through with Damon's plan? Elena would be back, with her perfectly straight hair, thick lashes and doe eyes. Damon would be swept up in the moment and they would forget about the world. Another baddie would find his way into Mystic Falls, endangering Elena and then who would they call? Not Ghostbusters, that's for sure. But Bonnie. Bonnie Bennett, the bringer of bliss and the magic meat they all feasted on until they were safe.
Darkness began to soak up the clouds above her head. It had been hours and nobody had called. Not even Damon. How had she grown to love this terrible person? And now she was bordering on jealousy? Bon-bon's in lurve, she could imagine Damon saying with that cocky grin of his.
It wasn't long before he grew a pair of balls and called his best friend. She let it go to voicemail and put it on speaker.
'Bonnie, don't leave. Please. I won't ask you to do anything you don't want to do, I promise.'
His words were slurred but Damon was a sincere drunk. He was blunt and that was the only time he was 100% honest about his true feelings.
'Elena's gone. Alaric's gone. I can't...I can't keep losing people. Especially you. I need you, Bon. I-'
The voicemail cut off and Bonnie was suddenly struck by a nagging curiosity to hear the end of it. She promised herself not to fall for his words. At the very least, she owed him a goodbye.
Everybody left Damon without a goodbye and it seemed fate didn't want this to change.
As soon as Damon had picked up the phone, he heard the deafening crash of a truck.
The world fell silent for a few seconds, but not before he heard the final, faint whimper of the person he loved most in the world, his best friend, Bonnie Bennett.