"You know I'm not as ignorant as you take me for, Bonnie. I'm sure everyone's savior Stefan is going to take you in with open arms."
"So what, Damon! Where else am I going to go?" Her eyes were glossed over with mourning. Bonnie didn't really want to go, but she couldn't live the same way she had for years.
"Maybe back home to mommy and dad?" The vampire said hurtfully, knowing that her parents had shunned her after Bonnie moved in with him. "But seriously, I hope you enjoy the single life. I know I will." He gave her a slight sadistic smile, while his heart was begging her to stay.
'Go to her! Hold her and never let her go!' his mind screamed. But he could not; it was for the best.
"Didn't we have this conversation the last time we broke up? I can't deal with this anymore! I wish I had never left Matt for you!" Bonnie's voice started to crack; her once strong woman exterior was falling to reveal a hurt little girl. Her soul told her to stay and be happy, but she knew it was a betrayal.
"Damon, I'm going. I have things that I need to accomplish on my own. I need to train my powers with out you. I can't play house with you anymore, not when all you do is eventually push me away. Good bye." Bonnie hurriedly picked up her bag and left the apartment with a slam of the door.
Damon stood alone in the bedroom; their bedroom. He didn't dare go after her; it was her choice to leave. It was for the best for she was in danger whenever he was around. Damon wouldn't see her hurt again. He looked around and was surrounded by the memories of days spent being friends together and nights spent in each other's arms. They faded into obscure forms and then vanished. He delicately picked up a picture of her from his nightstand. Those honey eyes looked back at him with love, a few stray red hairs in their way. He stroked the picture, hoping he could feel her rich, gracious lips again; never again.
Damon's grief was replaced with a sense of foreboding as the phone in the apartment began to ring.
I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems like I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes till you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light but it's not right
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The lyrics that came out of the cab stereo were a little too close to home.
Bonnie could feel a tear escape her tightly closed eyes.
'Not now,' she told herself. 'Be strong.' She calmed her shaking body.
"Um, sir," she addressed the cab driver, "can you turn off the radio, please?"
He nodded in a polite response and clicked the radio off.
Bonnie began to feel weak and dizzy as she stared out the car window. Her body felt frozen and still.
'Oh god, not a vision, not now.'
She was in a grape field on a bright starry night. A somber stone altar stood in the middle of the green vines. Then the stars blinked out, and everything went completely dark. She could hear chanting and then screaming.
"Miss, are you ok," the cab driver asked from the driver's seat.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just have to make a phone a call." Bonnie pulled her silver cell phone from her black leather purse.
"Hello, Elena. What happened?"
The police had said it was a homicide. He had died in Europe, not too far from Stefan and Damon's old villa in Florence. They didn't go into the details of the crime, but she knew in her heart that it had been brutal. Alaric was gone. He had promised her forever, and after four years as her husband he left. No, he was taken from her.
She told him not to go there, that it was too dangerous. But the adventurer in him took him to where angels, let alone vampires, feared to tread. It was his work over his wife.
Meredith hadn't moved from her bed since the funeral a week before. She didn't care about her job, her friends, and her old life. Elena and Bonnie had spent the last week trying to get her out and about. They had told her that Stefan and Damon had gone to Italy to go find out what happened. She didn't care; nothing mattered anymore. She just wanted to sink into the soft mattress that she had shared with her husband. If she closed her eyes hard enough, she could feel him curled up behind her, his soft breath against her neck and his arms tight around her. They were only fabrications because in reality he was six feet in the cold ground. She felt the tears well up in her dry eyes. Strong Meredith, who was known for her stoic demeanor in extreme situations, was bawling like a child who lost their mother in a department store. She was alone.