A/N : I just finished Midnight, and, HOLY GOD, did I bawl. This contains many spoilers, just a warning. Also, this is my first shot at a VD fic.

Disclaimer : The Vampire Diaries belongs to LJ Smith. Which is not me.

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The Dead and The Forgotten:

He was gone.

Forever.

There was nothing anyone could do about it. Not Meredith, not Stefan, not Matt. Not Elena, no matter how hard she tried.

Not Bonnie.

He had died, sacrificed himself to save her. To save Bonnie. His Redbird. He'd heroically thrown her out of the line of fire, taking the stake to the heart himself. How gallant. How romantic. How heartbreaking. How perfect.

Sure, they had saved the day. Had finally gotten rid of Shinichi and Misao and Obaasan. Caroline was back to normal, as was Tyler Smallwood. Vickey Bennett and Sue Carson were alive once again, and nobody thought Elena Gilbert had been dead for the last ten months. Stefan was accepted as her boyfriend, even as Elena had loved his brother. Still did.

Bonnie supposed that was something they had in common.

She'd admit it now. She loved—loves—him. Him and his stuck up, smart ass attitude. How he insulted anyone and everyone on every turn. How he meant to betray them and ended up saving the day. How she knew, deep down, he was—is, damn it—a good guy.

She knew it. Everyone, whether they said it or not, knew it.

But now he was dead.

And it was all her fault.

"If I hadn't been so careless and—and stupid!" she yelled to Meredith when they delivered the news. "If I could have sat still for a minute! If I didn't have to childishly jump up at every opprotunity to play hero when I know it's not my place! He would still be alive!"

Then, as Bonnie had a tendency to do, she burst into tears. Would they ever just run out one day? Was it possible to cry yourself dry?

God, she was immature.

She was nearly eighteen. She shouldn't cry over a boy. She shouldn't cry over everything.

Meredith had always been calm and cool, giving her an air of an older person. Elena had always been smart and calculating. The two were brilliant and beautiful. And loved.

Everything Bonnie believed she wasn't.

He had loved Elena. Elena was strong, he admired strength.

But Bonnie had still loved him as much as her heart could handle. She'd given him her heart, and he didn't even know.

And now he never would.

It was raining outside, she noted dumbly. She was numb, the cold droplets not even registering in her mind as she sat in Mrs. Flower's backyard. She was on her knees near the garden. She wanted to cry.

She couldn't. No tears came out.

So she screamed instead.

Over thunder, she yelled, "I hate you!" And it was true. She hated him for leaving her. She hated him for not returning her feelings. She hated him because he was a stuck-up bastard. She hated him because he was so crude. She hated him for saving her and not letting her die with her heart in one piece. She hated him for make her so utterly depressed.

Maybe she hated herself, a little, too.

He was dead. She was forgotten. By him. She would always and forever remember him, keep him close to her heart, but did he ever think of her by anything else than a means to get what he wanted? He'd used her, abused her. Broke her.

He had been sorry. Had apologized.

Did he know that she forgave him?

As she shrieked, she blurry noticed the earth below her shake in response to her anger. Was that her fault? Her own supernatural abilities.

She didn't want anything supernatural anymore!

Lifting her hands from the wet ground, she clawed at her own arms, thinking it would make the magic stop. When it didn't she just screamed harder, blaming him.

"Bonnie!" The red-headed witch didn't turn, but she did stop scratching at herself.

Her arms were bleeding. "Go away," she whispered hoarsely. For once, she didn't want comfort. She didn't want hugs. She only wanted him.

Ignoring her wishes, two arms wrapped around her small frame and she started shaking with sobs. Finally, the thunder and ground stopped reacting to her, and calmed.

She clutched onto the person holding her—didn't care who—like a life line.

"I know," they said. "I miss him, too."

Gasping, trying to catch her breath, she said, "I loved him. I loved Damon! And—and—and—" She found herself unable to continue, and the person with her just stroked her hair.

"I know..."

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A/N: How utterly depressing. But, personally, I don't think Bonnie reacted enough to Damon's death. Especially when we figured out that she had been in love with him.

R&R!