chapter rating: teen/pg-13
word count: 502
summary: "I'm done missing you and loving you and hating you. I'm just done."
[abandoned]
She visits his coffin while he's dessicating. He can hear her pacing just outside of it, the click of her heels, the quick staccato of her heart, the huff of irritation she gives. Finally, she stops and moves to the coffin, a hand resting on top. She doesn't open it, she just lingers, fingers tapping, and waits. Does she expect him to tap back? His muscles have seized, he can't move, not without blood. But he's awake, he can hear just fine, and he knows it's her.
It's painful to be awake; the hunger is absolute, it nearly blinds him to anything else. Every inch of his body hurts; he sleeps for weeks at a time, but every once in a while, a rat will come close, and the smell of fresh blood will wake him. Usually, he forces himself to ignore it, to fall back asleep, but it's Bonnie…
"I don't even know why I'm here," she murmurs, scoffing. "You wanted this. This was your choice. You left, and I– I'm so angry at you for it. But I just… I miss you. I miss talking to you and fighting with you and just… Why would you do this? I don't get it. I thought you were doing okay. I mean…"
She pushes off the coffin and starts pacing again. "You're the one who said that if anything ever happened to me, you'd lose your mind. So what is this? Huh? You're supposed to be my friend. My best friend, and you couldn't stick around? You had to leave me? Like everyone else!"
Her heart is racing and he can hear the catch in her voice, smell the tears collecting in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks.
"I can't believe I started to trust you." She laughs, hurt and incredulous. "It was never about Elena. It was about you. You being selfish and self-serving. It was about your broken heart. Not mine, not Stefan's, not anybody else's. Just you doing what you want, what serves you best, and fuck everyone else!" She swallows tightly. "Well, I'm done. I'm done missing you and loving you and hating you. I'm just done. Stay there for all I care." She turns on her heel to march away. "Don't even know why I came here, can't hear a damn thing I'm saying, wouldn't care anyway…"
He listens to her walk away, car roaring to life in the distance, and his fingers jerk painfully. He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't, but for the first time since he climbed into this godforsaken box, he wants to forget why he did this and get the hell out. But he got in here for what he believes was the right reason. For the first time in a long time, he thought he was doing the selfless thing. The thing that would save her and Stefan. So maybe she didn't like his methods, but if it meant keeping her safe, he'd let himself rot in this box for eternity.