Bonnie stumbled out of the cab and waved. The cabbie gave her the thousand yard stare before driving away. Poor didn't even question why a drunk lady was going to the old cemetery. As the only cab service in Mystic Falls, they must have seen some things.

Bonnie blew a puff of breath. The cold numbed her hands. She shuffled through the graveyard squinting in the dark. She would sometimes stop at familiar names, raising her bottle in salute. Finally she reached the grave she had been looking for.

"Hey Tyler! Happy Birthday" Bonnie hiccuped. She sat down between Tyler and Carol's graves. "Sorry, I wasn't able to pick a gift for you. I couldn't remember your favorite color", Bonnie laid her head on Carol's gravestone.

"We can do something else instead. You remember we used to play this game, 2 truths 1 lie? Let's do it", Bonnie gulped some bourbon. "You wanna go first? No? I'll go first. I am straight. I'm dying of cancer. I hate being a witch. Go on. Spot the lie," Bonnie crooned.

"That's easy", Bonnie jumped at the voice. Tyler folded himself to sit down beside Bonnie . He looked young and old at the same time. Bonnie grinned at him. The perpetual Peter Pan. Perks of dying young, she guessed.

"You love being a witch" Tyler said with confidence. When he had been alive their lives had been so chaotic. He had never thought about how Bonnie felt about her heritage. And she had been protecting a town full of great grand kids of slave owners and witch burners.

" I hated it. With all my heart," Bonnie confessed, "You see, witches come into their powers pretty early. Like, in-the-womb early. Somebody had the brilliant idea to curse and bind my powers. When the comet passed, my powers flared up in spite of it. I didn't even know of my curse till Luis' mama dragged me to their shaman for a cleansing", Bonnie told.

Tyler frowned , "Was that why you tired out every time you used magic?" Bonnie snorted, "Tired out? I straight up died a couple of times, Tyler." Tyler shrugged, "Wait. Who's Luis?" Bonnie sighed , "Only the cutest witch in all Brazil. He was such a sweetheart. Did you know he wanted to marry me? I actually felt bad when I broke up with him."

"Then why did you break up with him?" Tyler wished he had checked up on Bonnie more. Matt had been his top priority. That dratted school attracted all sorts of monsters and more often than not, Matt was in the line of fire. Tyler couldn't believe Klaus' daughter, Hope, had become the hero of the town. The irony.

Tyler once ran into Klaus's ghost. Matt had gone to Hope's birthday party. Tyler wanted to make sure Matt didn't become some creature's dinner. He didn't count on Klaus hanging around Hope, the same way Tyler circled Matt. Klaus had taken one look at Tyler, cleared his throat and wandered off. Talk about awkward encounters of the century.

"He and his family are light witches,Ty. They use magic as a force of creation. Their magic nourishes and heals. You remember how I used mine? Turns out using dark magic leaves a taint. Compared to theirs, my magic is poison," Bonnie gave a mirthless chuckle .

"But", Tyler started and stopped himself. The Mystic Falls Gang had done some shady things with Bonnie's magic as their back up. They played judge, jury and executioner with every supernatural creature that passed through town . He felt guilty that it had taken such a huge toll on Bonnie's magic.

"I'm sorry," Tyler offered. Bonnie laughed and shook her head. "Wasn't your fault. It was nobody's fault but mine. God. I was so stupid. Did you know? Channeling huge powers, like a hundred dead witches, stunts a witch's normal magic. I sure didn't," Bonnie mused.

"Or, or, you remember my Expression days? Turns out Expression, if used properly , after years of training, CAN bring back the dead. I was trying that trick after, like, two days of reading about it," Bonnie sounded incredulous. She had been quite the specialist in 'act first, think later', back then.

"Hey now, we're still playing, aren't we?", Tyler reminded Bonnie. She looked like she could rant about her magical misadventures all night. "Yeah, go ahead", Bonnie guzzled more bourbon.

"Slow down, Bon. You're going to choke", Tyler scolded as he thought back to the statements. " You don't have cancer, do you?", Tyler ventured. Bonnie could not have cancer. Do witches even get cancer?

Bonnie made a buzzer sound, "Wrong Mr. Lockwood. I'm as straight as a spaghetti in hot water. All that loyalty I claimed for Elena? I was in freaking love with her. Wow. I was a goddamn disaster bi. Can you believe?"

"Not worse than me," Tyler mumbled. "I knew it!" Bonnie exclaimed, " Who was it? It was Matt, wasn't it? No… Jeremy?! Don't tell me it was Klaus!" Tyler coughed, "Matt is like a brother to me. It might have been the sire bond. But. I thought Klaus was pretty hot. And then he went and destroyed my life."

Bonnie was shook. Klaus and Tyler? Wild. If only Klaus hadn't forced Tyler to become his slave. And bite Caroline, almost killing her. And 'court' Caroline. And murder Tyler's pack. And drown Tyler's mother. Bonnie winced. Klaus had ruined everything.

Bonnie hummed, "Well. You and Jeremy would have made a cute couple. You know, if you had stopped pulling his pigtails and told him how you felt, instead." Tyler nodded. He felt the same. They sat in silence for a moment, watching the stars.

" You have cancer?" Tyler sounded devastated. Bonnie waved her hand, "Not a big deal." Tyler stood up, "What the hell, Bennett? When did you know? HAVE YOU TOLD ANYONE? How long do you have?" Tyler wanted to shake some sense into Bonnie.

Bonnie heaved a sigh and drank some more. Why do boys have to be so dramatic? "It's too late Lockwood. Chronic pain fucks up your threshold. After being the anchor, I'd learned to ignore it. Then I thought it was heartburn. Kidney stones. Muscle sprain. Period cramps gone bad", Bonnie smiled to herself. She found excuse after excuse till she couldn't ignore it.

" I must be going through magical exhaustion. I could be hexed . Turns out cancer pulled a fast one. Went to the doctor last week when my back pain got so bad, I was crawling on the floor", Bonnie wondered.

"Does Caroline know? Jeremy? Elena? Damon? This Luis guy?", Tyler was distraught. Did nobody care what happened to Bonnie? "They all have their own lives to live, Ty. I don't want to destroy their happiness by dragging them into my drama," Bonnie said.

Bonnie shook her head, "Besides, I don't have long, Ty. The doctor advised me to move into hospice care soon as possible". Tyler seemed to deflate. "Why can't you heal yourself with magic?" he asked.

Bonnie shook her head, "Traditional magic is kinda hard to do when you're sick. I have made enemies with spirits And witches generally refuse to help me, when they learn who I am. Our gang is very famous. Or infamous. We raised Silas, killed entire witch covens, murdered wolf packs and committed vampire genocide on two sire lines ."

He went to sit by Bonnie's side again. "You need to spend some time with the living , then, Bon. I'll be here. Waiting for you when you come over," he offered with a smile. Bonnie glanced at her watch, "There's a comet passing tonight. Quite a powerful one." Tyler rolled his eyes. Why was she trying to deflect even now?

"And it's your birthday! So",Bonnie trailed off. Tyler narrowed his eyes, "So?" "I'm going to give you the best gift ever, Ty. I'm going to bring you back!" Bonnie got up and swayed. "Bonnie! No! Hell, you don't even have power any more", Tyler pointed out.

"But I have Expression," Bonnie looked like a mad scientist. "It will kill you, Bonnie," Tyler reasoned. "FYI? I'm already dying," Bonnie retorted with glee. She swept her hand. Tyler's coffin rose in the air and landed open with a thud.

Cutting her palm, Bonnie dribbled blood on top of Tyler's corpse. Tyler was torn . He was at peace. But he also wanted to live. He wanted to be able to hang out with Matt. Go vampire hunting with Jeremy. Meet Caroline and her daughters.

Bonnie did have a point. She was dying . Could he let her sacrifice her last breath for him? Didn't she deserve to have a happy ending? Tyler spied a trail of fire at the west corner of the sky. Bonnie started chanting.

Bonnie gave up everything for their gang. Her magic. Her family. Her life. Her love. If he let her do this, Tyler would be no better than, say, the Salvatores. Or the Mikaelsons. Decision made, Tyler strode forward and yanked Bonnie's hand away from his coffin, "No".

Bonnie watched in horror as her blood splashed on them both. She hissed, "Idiot. You.." Before she could finish, the comet passed above their heads. A flash of light and they were both gone