She turned to her grandmother who watched her in disdain.
"I see the way he looks at you, child."
Bonnie said nothing.
"He's in love with you. And it's eating you alive."
"Not possible. I'm dead, remember?" she shot back sarcastically.
"Don't act smart with me, Bonnie. I came to deliver some insight into your...situation."
"And?"
"And the fact of the matter is, you're a ghost. But it's the fragments of memories and feelings remembered and felt towards you which keeps you shackled to the mortal world."
"Wait, so what does that mean? And why Damon?" she asked, pushing the thought of him loving her to the back of her mind. It was Elena. It was always Elena.
"It means that as long as people love you or hate you deeply enough, you're able to leave an imprint on Earth and these imprints can materialise, piece by piece into something tangent, such as your body. And of course, your ability to interact with the mortal world. As for Damon...his mark on you is the strongest. Not to mention his grief and guilt over causing your death...so your mark on him is much more powerful than he can explain. Therefore you're bound to him and he is bound to you. You're haunting him, in simpler terms."
Bonnie exhaled, trying to process everything as quickly as she could.
"Okay, so if we're able to convince Damon somehow to, I dunno, not feel guilty about my death anymore, I won't be stuck and I could die properly-"
"Ladies, I can't deny that I'm loving the casual name-dropping and attention right now but can you please explain what's happening, Bon-bon?" Damon interrupted, frowning at the blank space where Grams stood and glared at him.
"Long story short, you're pretty much the reason I can't die. And we need to fix that."
"You're not dying again, Bonnie. Not on my watch."
"Cut the knight in shining armour crap. I'm supposed to be dead. I'm stuck because of you and your amazing decision-making skills. Bonnie or Elena? Elena or Bonnie?" she mimicked, pulling a face.
"Woah there, judgey. I can easily stop thinking about you if that's all it takes. You're special but you're not that special. "
"You literally cannot stop thinking about me."
"You wish."
"Explain why you were thinking of me when you saw Elena at your front door then."
"Mutual connections. You died and she came back because of it."
"Why did you think of me when you were sleeping with Elena?"
"Mutual connections again. I'm a womaniser. It's what I do. I think of Elena, I think of sex and I think of women. You just happen to be a woman."
"Bullshit."
"Next question."
"And when Elena left the room? Why did you think of me then?"
"Because you always walk away from me too. People have legs. They walk-"
"Really? Walking?"
"You didn't let me finish, judgey. You walk away because I always hurt you. That's not the same with Elena."
"Oh, so we don't have as much in common as you think."
"No, you don't. She can't compare."
Damon inched closer to Bonnie.
Bonnie forgot how to breathe and felt herself taking slow paces backwards.
"Cat got your tongue?" growled Damon. "I'll answer your next question. Why did I think of you when I came down for breakfast? Why did I make our signature pancakes? Because being stuck in a prison world with you was the best thing that ever happened to me. But I'm gonna forget it. And I'm gonna feel nothing. That's what you want right?"
Bonnie found herself trapped between Damon and the wall.
"Yes."
"And you also want me to say that earlier it was just a kiss so you can ride off into the sunset of death valley and never come back right? Well, there you have it. It was just a kiss."
Bonnie threw back her head and laughed hysterically. She wasn't sure if it she was having a nervous breakdown or whether Damon had truly lost his talent for lying.
But she could see it clearly now. She was in love with him. And he was in love with her too, no matter how hard he was trying to prove otherwise.
"Grams was right. You love me, Damon."
"In your dreams," joked Damon. But he knew it was true. "I love you" were just three words they didn't need to say out loud to prove their worth. "I'll kiss you again just to wipe that smirk off your face, Bonnie, I swear."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would."
And so he did. But it didn't do anything to wipe off anybody's smirk. Minds wandered off to fantasy lands which didn't exist and hands wandered off to places which did, leaving trails of goosebumps all over.
Damon stopped himself. He tilted his chin and called out to the old woman, who he still couldn't see or hear.
"You win, Grandma Bennett. Show's over. Bonnie and I have a lot of catching up to do."
AN: And there you have it. It finally happened.
This chapter really feels like a conclusion. I feel as though anything beyond this would just be drama such as Delena breaking up and Bamon one-shots or whatever. I also don't see the point of introducing a new supernatural relic or villain just for the sake of milking this out. But I hope I tied things together well enough for you guys.
All good things must come to an end and I hope you enjoyed this short (lol jk) but wonderful journey with me!
Thanks for reading.
Much love.
- SuburbanSherlock
