Italian words used:
1. Oh Mio Dio = Oh My God
2. Perche = Why
3. Perche questo accadare = Why is this happening
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Stefan turned at the sound of a footstep.
"Bonnie!" He said, mildly surprised.
"Stefan…."
"Don't, Bonnie. Don't even say it."
"She's gone, Stefan. And, well….I knew all about it, all along."
"I know she's--WHAT?" Stefan did a double take. "You knew and didn't say anything?" Stefan had momentarily forgotten his hurt and his rage surfaced again.
"I was going to tell you…. But…. Elena….she wouldn't let me." Bonnie was having trouble talking. She didn't know what to say.
"I didn't come here to fight Stefan. I knew you probably needed someone to talk to." Bonnie pleaded.
The look of anguish in his eyes was making her feel sick.
"Bonnie the last thing I need right now is you--"
"The _first_ thing you need right now is me. You can't just be alone right now. I know you Stefan and I know how you can get. Those 6 months without Elena nearly killed you. Do you really think I'm going to sit back and watch you slowly torment yourself over Elena being permanently gone from you?"
There was a sigh. Stefan opened his mouth to say something, then shut it.
"How stupid do you think I am Stefan? Everyone automatically thinks I'm the little kitten, the one who needs to be taken care of and who can't do a damned thing for herself. Well guess what? They're wrong!"
Stefan was taken back by the look in Bonnie's normally child-like brown eyes. They were serious and wide, staring at him with emotion. Her face was slightly colored pink and her curly hair was a tad disheveled. She was attractive, looked older and he liked it.
Remorse over took him. How could that have came into my mind when Elena just left? He took a step back from Bonnie, wishing that she would leave.
Bonnie took a deep breath. "You need me, Stefan. I refuse to see you kill yourself over Elena when you know she's not coming back!"
The way she said it hit him with a force. He realized it was true. She wasn't ever going to come home again, and run into his arms. He'd never get to curl up beside her and hold her close or smell her hair damp from the shower.
He'd never touch her lips or feel her body again. _Oh Mio Dio_. Stefan put his hands to his face and turned away from the fiery red head before him as tears came unyielding. He leaned against the windowpane, his forehead against the cool glass and cried. For everything he'd lost.
"Oh Stefan." Bonnie said softly. "I'm sorry."
He shook his head. The way she'd said his name. That 'Oh Stefan'. She'd sounded so like her. He couldn't take this. _Perche? Perche me? Perche questo accadere?_
Bonnie put her hand on his shoulder and he turned. She put her arms around him, almost not even touching him, but he almost clung to her.
So Bonnie kept her arms around him, holding him a little closer then before and let him cry. She was the only one there and he needed someone.
They both knew that. It wasn't wrong; it was the only thing to do.
1. Oh Mio Dio = Oh My God
2. Perche = Why
3. Perche questo accadare = Why is this happening
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Stefan turned at the sound of a footstep.
"Bonnie!" He said, mildly surprised.
"Stefan…."
"Don't, Bonnie. Don't even say it."
"She's gone, Stefan. And, well….I knew all about it, all along."
"I know she's--WHAT?" Stefan did a double take. "You knew and didn't say anything?" Stefan had momentarily forgotten his hurt and his rage surfaced again.
"I was going to tell you…. But…. Elena….she wouldn't let me." Bonnie was having trouble talking. She didn't know what to say.
"I didn't come here to fight Stefan. I knew you probably needed someone to talk to." Bonnie pleaded.
The look of anguish in his eyes was making her feel sick.
"Bonnie the last thing I need right now is you--"
"The _first_ thing you need right now is me. You can't just be alone right now. I know you Stefan and I know how you can get. Those 6 months without Elena nearly killed you. Do you really think I'm going to sit back and watch you slowly torment yourself over Elena being permanently gone from you?"
There was a sigh. Stefan opened his mouth to say something, then shut it.
"How stupid do you think I am Stefan? Everyone automatically thinks I'm the little kitten, the one who needs to be taken care of and who can't do a damned thing for herself. Well guess what? They're wrong!"
Stefan was taken back by the look in Bonnie's normally child-like brown eyes. They were serious and wide, staring at him with emotion. Her face was slightly colored pink and her curly hair was a tad disheveled. She was attractive, looked older and he liked it.
Remorse over took him. How could that have came into my mind when Elena just left? He took a step back from Bonnie, wishing that she would leave.
Bonnie took a deep breath. "You need me, Stefan. I refuse to see you kill yourself over Elena when you know she's not coming back!"
The way she said it hit him with a force. He realized it was true. She wasn't ever going to come home again, and run into his arms. He'd never get to curl up beside her and hold her close or smell her hair damp from the shower.
He'd never touch her lips or feel her body again. _Oh Mio Dio_. Stefan put his hands to his face and turned away from the fiery red head before him as tears came unyielding. He leaned against the windowpane, his forehead against the cool glass and cried. For everything he'd lost.
"Oh Stefan." Bonnie said softly. "I'm sorry."
He shook his head. The way she'd said his name. That 'Oh Stefan'. She'd sounded so like her. He couldn't take this. _Perche? Perche me? Perche questo accadere?_
Bonnie put her hand on his shoulder and he turned. She put her arms around him, almost not even touching him, but he almost clung to her.
So Bonnie kept her arms around him, holding him a little closer then before and let him cry. She was the only one there and he needed someone.
They both knew that. It wasn't wrong; it was the only thing to do.