AN: Hey guys, sorry if it's taken me a bit longer to update than usual. I got a horrible migraine and didn't touch my computer for two days, let alone move out of my room. Migraines really freaking suck and if you've never had one, be super thankful. Anyway, I can't believe I have 98 follows on this story! That's really awesome! I love you guys so much and I'm so happy that there's so many people that like this story. Well, here's chapter 8. Which is basically Bonnie's funeral, for the most part. It's Elena's POV and it may bounce from being in the present to almost talking in a past tense. I apologize for that, it's not exactly what I meant to happen but It did. For anyone that may be wondering, for the rest of this story, it will probably be mostly Elena's POV. Damon and Possibly Stefan's POV's will be added in randomly but then again they may not. Hopefully that doesn't upset anyone, if it does, I'm sorry!

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Chapter 8 (Elena POV)

We didn't end up doing much up until today. Unfortunately for Caroline, we didn't go anywhere or do anything. Damon and Stefan worked on Stefan's red car that he'd left at the boarding house once or twice. Caroline and I had watched TV with Jer and Ric. We also read a lot of magazines.

Caroline and I were finishing getting dressed for the funeral which was in about an hour. Damon, Stefan, Jer, and Ric were already done and had been for about an hour. They were all downstairs together.

The dress I was wearing was actually pretty similar to the one I wore at Liz's funeral. Then again, black dresses can all be pretty similar to each other.

My dress was knee length with half sleeves. The top of the dress was lace and there was a small flower that's on the left shoulder that was also made of lace and had beads on it. I hadn't really put any jewelry on except for some small round diamond studs that I'm pretty sure were my mother's. They were ones I'd found in a drawer at the lake house. I'd put my hair up in a pony tail and made a few curls in it. Caroline had done a smoky eye for my makeup and I was wearing black suede platform heels.

Caroline had on an A-Line black lace dress that was also knee length like mine but hers had short sleeves. She had waves in her hair and had also had a sort-of smoky eye makeup too. She had on black heeled strappy sandals with a thin silver bracelet that had leaves outlined on it with plain square diamond studs for earrings. She also, of course, had on her daylight ring.

Damon had went and got the few boxes he'd had packed with some of my things in it to go through yesterday, I found a friendship bracelet that Bonnie had made when we were still in middle school that I'd decided I'd put in her casket.

Caroline finally was done fussing with her hair and we headed downstairs to meet the boys and head to the funeral.

Caroline had mentioned yesterday that the funeral was actually taking place at Bonnie's house, which had been at Bonnie's request. Bonnie's children had placed many bouquets of flowers all over the house that were very pretty. The casket was in the living room by the big open window.

I'd stopped to meet and say hello to Bonnie's grandchildren and children. They all seemed very nice and a one of Bonnie's children had actually come up to Damon to talk to him. Hearing someone call Damon 'Uncle' was funny, especially since I could remember a time when Damon and Bonnie had very clearly disliked each other.

Bonnie's husband had been sitting in a rocking chair a few feet from the casket since we'd walked in. He looked upset and tired, but had seemed interested and curious to see me. After placing the friendship bracelet in Bonnie's casket with her, I'd walked over to her husband.

Charles and I had talked for a few hours. I had almost expected him to hate me, considering I knew I was partially a reason as to why Bonnie was no longer living. I knew that I hadn't caused her death but in ways in almost felt like I had. Though, Matt has constantly assured me that it was her choice. I eventually came to understand that when I recalled Bonnie telling me about Grams dying.

Bonnie's funeral wasn't exactly a traditional one, she'd really only had a funeral because her family had wanted one. There were a few people who claimed the attention of everyone to speak about her but other than that, the house was filled with different stories people had experienced with Bonnie. Damon had been quiet for most of the day except for speaking to someone that had started a conversation with him.

When he'd gone out to Alaric's storage unit to get my things, he had stopped by the house to say his goodbyes. It didn't surprise me because Bonnie and Damon had developed a very special friendship and Damon's never been one to let other people know how he felt, or that he felt at all. It was something Stefan had told me he'd done since the day their mother had died. It was his way of dealing with things, which I had already somewhat known.

Damon had left a bottle of bourbon in Bonnie's casket with her. I wasn't completely sure, but I'm almost certain it was the same kind Bonnie had drank when she'd been stuck in 1994 alone. One of Bonnie's children had put a bag full of herbs and other things that were supposed to keep a soul happy and peaceful. Considering the Other Side had been destroyed, I was glad that they had done it. We had no real idea of where exactly Bonnie went but I do hope that she went to Heaven or at the very least, somewhere where she would be content.

I did get to meet part of Matt's family. His grandchildren had all came and gone quickly but his wife and two children had stayed for most of the time. Matt's wife's name was Rachel, she was a lovely person. She also reminded me of Jenna, in a way, because she had a similar personality and had red hair.

We'd all stayed for about 3 hours before we left but it had felt longer than that, but in a good way.

Jeremy and Ric left about an hour after we got home. They wanted to get a head start on their way home because of traffic and it getting close to being nighttime. Apparently neither one of them could see very well at night anymore though neither of them wore glasses.

Stefan and Caroline had told me that they were going back to North Carolina in the morning. They'd invited Damon and I to come back with them. I'd thought about it but I wasn't sure that that was what we should do. Damon and I had yet to discuss where we were going to go. I knew he had his loft/bar in Illinois but I didn't really know if he wanted to go back there. We also hadn't discussed the topic of him taking the cure. I was somewhat scared to ask about it. I had no idea what could've changed over the years.

What if he didn't want to become human anymore? 60 years was a long time.

I felt stupid because I knew he'd wanted to be with me, be human with me, sixty years ago. Why would he have changed his mind? It didn't seem like he had or anything but he also hadn't said anything about it. We weren't really worried about it at the time, so it hadn't been a thought.

I decided that I'd ask Damon if we could stay here at the Boarding House another day. I figured we could figure it all out together without anyone around. It'd probably work better that way, too.

So, the next morning, Damon and I said goodbye to Caroline and Stefan. I was still trying to figure out how to bring up the topic of where we were going to go and whether Damon was still completely sure he wanted to be human again. I partially was hoping Damon would bring it up himself.

We walked back inside and Damon went off into the kitchen to get something to drink. I went into the library and sat down on the couch. Damon walked in a minute later with a water bottle and a can of coke in his hand. He tossed the water bottle at me and plopped down onto the couch beside me, pulling me to his side.

"You done freaking out yet?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

Damon gave me a knowing look and rolled his eyes. "Please, Elena, don't play stupid. I know you've been freaking out about where we're going to live and whether I'm going to take the cure or not."

I blinked and looked at him.

"The first answer's up to you. You know I have a loft In Illinois but we don't have to go there. We can go anywhere. Hell, we can even go out of the country, if you want. Stefan's having all kinds of documents made up for us, so we don't have to worry about ID's or birth certificates or whatever." He opened the can of coke and took a drink, "The second answer is yes, I'm still going to take the cure."

AN: Well, there it is. Hope you guys liked this chapter. If you want to see Caroline and Elena's Dresses and whatever, go to my profile and find my WeHeartIt link.

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