Hey guys, this is my first Vampire Diaries fic. I love the idea of Bonnie/Damon. I recently got into the show, sadly I missed a lot of episodes at the start but I've watched as much as I could get on youtube. Episode 14 was so sad and this is based after that. Please tell me what you think of it so far.

Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.

It is immortal as immaculate Truth,

'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,

Drops from the stem of life--for it will grow,

In barren regions, where no waters flow,

Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom.

A darkling fire, faint hovering o'er a tomb,

That but itself and darkness nought doth show,

It is my love's being yet it cannot die,

Nor will it change, though all be changed beside;

Though fairest beauty be no longer fair,

Though vows be false, and faith itself deny,

Though sharp enjoyment be a suicide,

And hope a spectre in a ruin bare.

~ Sonnet VII by Hartley Coleridge.

Elena Gilbert pushed her best friend's bedroom door open softly as she could. The air in the room smelt stale, clearly Bonnie had not opened her bedroom window for a few days. This was understandable. It had been a little over a week since the death of her grandmother, Sheila Bennet.

The room was not completely dark, for the morning's light had crept in beneath the curtains. Elena tip-toed to the right side of the double bed, put her handbag on the floor and gently sat down on top of the covers. The right side of the bed was always hers. It had been like that since they were little, every time they had slept over at each other's houses. Sensing this movement in her sleep, Bonnie shifted her body around and sighed. Elena looked down at her best friend's face and frowned. It was clear by the black rings around her eyes and her reddish coloured nose that Bonnie had cried herself to sleep. Elena rested her back against the pillows and sighed. I never wanted this for you Bonnie, things are never going to be the same. I don't want you to go through this.

Elena understood the mark that death leaves upon those who are still alive, only too well. She did not want Bonnie who was like a sister to her, to get into a pattern of shutting the world out like she had herself. Turning to face her grieving friend, she lay on her side and propped her head up against her elbow. She smiled slightly and began to sing one of their songs, her voice was a little off key but she never cared.

"I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May. Well, I guess, you say, what can make me feel this way...My girl, talking about My girl."

Bonnie had been the one blessed with an angelic voice but she had vowed the day that her mother died that she would never sing for anyone. Elena had understood that Bonnie had viewed such a gift as a curse because her mother had had a beautiful voice too. Bonnie always cringed whenever anyone likened her to her. I wonder if she's going to be like this about Sheila as well now that she's gone.

Bonnie opened her eyes sleepily and looked at her friend in mock annoyance.

"Hey beautiful girl," Elena said gently.

"Lane, what have I told you about singing when it comes to Michael and the Jackson 5?"

"Yeah, yeah," Elena rolled her eyes.

"You ruin their songs each time you do that!" Bonnie stuck her tongue out at her best friend and they laughed softly. Suddenly Bonnie's face drained itself of any sign of happiness. The events of the past week returned to her mind. She looked at Elena seriously.

"Was it a dream?"

As Elena looked into Bonnie's pleading eyes. She felt the words go sour in her mouth, she desperately did not want to speak them.

"No honey, it wasn't. Sh-she's gone."

Bonnie stared at her as if in a trance. Then quickly breaking out of her reverie. She sat up almost violently.

"Then what are you doing here Elena? I told you that I needed some space." Elena sat up also, noticing that Bonnie had used her full name.

"It's been four days since the funeral Bonnie, that's the longest we haven't been together since my parents."

"Please Elena, I just need some room to breathe. Anyway, what day is it? Don't you have school or something?"

Elena sighed.

"Room to breathe? Bon you've locked yourself up in this room since I last saw you."

"I just want to be alone," Bonnie glared at her best friend.

"No one wants to be alone," challenged the brunette.

"I. do." Bonnie said between gritted teeth as she folded her arms.

"Well that's too bad, coz I'm not going anywhere!" And she too, folded her arms.

Bonnie continued to glare at Elena until she realised that her friend was not going to back down. She simply scoffed, then lay down with her back turned to Elena and pulled the covers up.

Elena lay back, still facing her best friend.

"Lane?" Bonnie whispered after awhile.


"Does it ever go away?"


Bonnie swallowed. "The sadness," she said almost inaudibly.

Elena sighed. She was relieved that Bonnie was finally confiding in her, even though it was only a few words.

"No, not completely Bon, but I promise, it gets easier."

They fell into a comfortable silence. Elena stayed there listening to Bonnie's breathing as she fell in and out of sleep for the next few hours. Around 1pm Elena forced her to wake up to eat lunch.

"Hey sleepy girl,I bought us some noodles for lunch from that place around the corner from 'the Grill'."

Bonnie sat up and rubbed her eyes, then took the bowl and chopsticks that Elena was holding out to her. She frowned as she looked at the bowl in her hands.

"Those noodles are pretty average Lane, remember we went there when the place opened and decided that we wouldn't go back because they weren't as good as the mee goreng you can get from 'The Noodle Box'?"

"Exactly," she Elena brightly as she popped a piece of tofu in her mouth.


"Believe me, you don't wanna be eating your favourite food during a time like this, you won't want to eat it again no matter how good it tastes because it'll remind you of this feeling."

Bonnie nodded as she unwrapped her chopsticks.

"So how's Stefan?"

"He's ok, worried about Damon mostly - "

Bonnie inhaled sharply at the mention of his – it's name.

"Oh I'm sorry Bon - " the brunette apologised quickly.

"Worried about what?" Bonnie interrupted abruptly as she looked down into her bowl and stabbed a piece of chicken. "Whose life it's going to ruin next?"

"He's left Mystic Falls," Elena explained, careful not to use Damon's name. Bonnie looked up at this.

"Good," she said. "I hope he never returns."

But of course Bonnie's wish doesn't come true 'cause where's the fun in that? Please let me know what you think so far! Review, you know you want to...