They liked waking up beside eachother every morning knowing nothing would change there in that small attic. The sun drew shadows in the same corners of the room, and darkness fell at the same time as the day before.
Bonnie had been pronounced dead yet she had never felt so alive. Jeremy helped her forget how easy life became death, and instead she longed for tomorrow and his smile, and his smell and his kisses.
Somehow she didn't care if Klaus found out she was still alive; there was a timebomb ticking inside of her and he had set the clock. But the future looked so bright right there, and all that mattered was that Jeremy was in that future. If not, then they had the present. And the present was beautiful. Beautiful.
Set around 2x18 (The Last Dance)- review if you like :)