"You're kidding, right?" Bonnie frowns looking back and forth between Stefan and Damon as they stand in front of her, arms folded over her chest as she waits for them to answer even though she knows that they are completely serious. Obviously thinking that because it's in the name of Elena that she'll forget their differences and throw on her cape and help save the day. Well she hopes that they have a Plan B.

It's the night of the twenties dance and Elena has ran off and gotten herself in another mess.

Shocking.

Bonnie's just surprised that she managed to slip past her security detail.

"Look," Damon starts "I get that you're pissed but this is Elena. Your best friend. Are you really going to let your hatred for me get her killed?"

"Get over yourself Damon. This has nothing to do with you. For me to hate you would imply that I gave a damn about you in the first place. Or that I had expectations from you. And neither are applicable. At least not when it comes to you. I can't say the same for your brother however." Bonnie mutters "Regardless, my refusal to help has nothing to do with either of you. I just don't want to. It's not that I don't care about Elena, because I do. I'm just tired of being the one that ends up getting hurt. Remember finding out Katherine never really loved you and multiply that by five." Bonnie pauses, opening her mouth when she sees the hatred in Damon's eyes "That's what it's like for me every time I've decided to help Elena without considering what will happen to me after she's saved."

"Are we done here, or are you going to continue to waste both of our time?"

"Bonnie," Stefan starts only to be cut off.

"If the next words to come out of your mouth is that you're sorry or to ask me to forgive you or to give you another chance or whatever other bullshit excuse you've managed to pull out of your ass this time I would suggest that you stop right there and shove it. Like I told Damon, I'm done. So I would suggest that you find another witch, because I'm done being screwed over."

When the two brothers merely stare back at her twin looks of surprise on their faces Bonnie rolls her eyes and walks around them feeling their eyes on her as she walks away. Once she reaches the door she sees Elena standing on the other side a mixture of shock and fear apparent in her eyes she debates between pulling her into her arms and continuing to leave but ends up deciding on the latter. Ignoring the twinge she feels once Elena's hurt hits her at full force as she walks away.

Stefan shifts feeling a wave of apprehension wash over him as he waits for the door to open. It had been weeks since anyone―with the exception of Caroline and Matt―had heard from Bonnie. And since they would refuse to share what they knew, he, Damon and Elena knew little to nothing about how she was doing. So here he was on what was probably the worst day for him to show up at her door, trying to make amends with the young witch.

Bonnie is just about to open the door when she hears the doorbell ring and she's tempted to drop her bag and hightail it back upstairs knowing it's no one that she has a desire to see. It's the anniversary of her Gram's death and she was just about to head to the cemetery to pay her a visit. After a brief debate she decides to brush whoever it is off and braces herself before opening the door.

Except her plans of ignoring whoever it is goes out the window when she sees Stefan on the other side,

"You need to leave." She says in a voice that even she doesn't recognize, watching as he flinches.

"Bon-"

"I said. Leave." She repeats holding his stare, watching as he takes a step back as she passes the threshold pulling the door closed behind her.

"Bonnie, please."

"I don't have the time or the energy to even pretend like I give the slightest bit of a damn about what you could possibly have to say to me. The fact that you could even show up at my door on today of all days shows how little you even think of me."

"That's why I'm here."

"That's even worse." Bonnie replies unlocking her car, placing her duffle bag in the backseat.

"You shouldn't be alone-"

"It's no different then last year."

"That's not true." He frowns, watching as Bonnie blinks before mirroring his expression.

"And how would you know that?"

"I came to check on you but I saw Caroline sitting outside while you…" he sighs remembering her venting to the blonde about he and his brother "talked to her on the phone."

Bonnie stares up at him, lips parted before shaking her head and walking around him "I don't have time for this."

"Okay, then we'll just stand here but I'm not leaving."

Bonnie frowns but then shrugs "Okay." she lifts her hand sending Stefan to his knees, watching as he clutches his head before falling over to his side "Stay as long as you like." She throws out over her shoulder as she steps over him placing her duffel bag onto the backseat before sliding behind the wheel of her car. Peeling out onto the road without sparing him another glance.

Twenty minutes later Bonnie is pulling her car to a stop at the Mystic Falls Cemetery, staring aimlessly at the countless gravestones. Tears lining the bottom of her eyes as she tries to steady her breath.

"Get it together Bonnie." She scolds herself, frowning at the fact that she was on the verge of a breakdown from the mere thought of getting out of her car. She closes her eyes and lets her head fall back against the headrest for a few moments before pushing herself to get out of her car, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she starts the trek across the graveyard.

When she reaches her destination she feels her eyes water, the reality of the situation hitting her at full force and she frowns wondering why it felt like this. It wasn't like she felt like none of this was real before this moment but seeing her Gram's name etched in stone before her just hit her like a slap to the face. She felt numb and before she knew it tears were streaming down her face, upon the realization she immediately lifts her hands to wipe them away.

"I don't know what I'm doing anymore." she whispers "I know my job is to serve nature and keep the balance but how do I do that when my family is what I'm supposed to hate and...destroy? And of course they're tied to what is the biggest abomination of them all. I'm trying to keep everyone safe and keep those who are fortunate enough to not know what goes bump in the night in the dark but it's getting harder to do so. The lines are blurring and I can't tell what's wrong and what's right. I'm doing everything I can and it's not enough. Everytime I think I'm done something new comes along and I'm back to square one. I can't take it anymore. Everyone keeps saying I'm strong and powerful and to an extent I am but how strong am I really if I'm allowing myself to be bossed around by vampires? And ones that don't even give a crap about me at that."

Bonnie sighs "You told me that my greatest power is my instinct and to always trust to it so, that's what I'm going to do. Starting today, I am going to try―I am going to uphold my promise to you to be the woman that you raised me to be. And if that means losing a couple of friends along the way then...so be it. Not all friendships are meant to last forever. It just blows that it took me this long to realize that. Maybe you'd still be here with me if I realized that sooner." She folds her lips and kneels down to place the bouquet of flowers in front of the headstone before bringing her index and middle finger to her lips before pressing it onto her Gram's name, closing her eyes starting to chant, sending her love to the Spirits, only stopping when she feels a gentle breeze, an indication that her message was received.

"I'll make you proud to call me your Granddaughter, I promise."

Bonnie glances at the bag deciding to use it's contents for her next visit,

"I love you, Grams."

Bonnie takes one final look at the headstone before slinging the bag over her shoulder and turning to walk away, freezing when she feels another presence, for a moment she thinks that it's Caroline but when she feels a sharp pain in the small of her back she tenses. Her first instinct is to do an encore of what happened at her home but she stops herself once she sees a girl who couldn't be more than fourteen on her knees, tears streaming down her face as she stares at the headstone in front of her, in her peripheral. No need to send her into a state of distress than she already is so Bonnie merely takes a deep breath before addressing her unwelcomed guest,

"If I made it clear that I didn't want to see you at my home, what makes you think that I'd want to see you anywhere near my Grandmother's grave?"

"Bon-"

"You want me to forgive you?" Bonnie turns to face him, continuing when he nods "Leave me alone."

Stefan frowns and opens his mouth only to be cut off by Bonnie.

"I want one month of a Salvatore free existence. I don't want you to call me, I don't want you to 'look out for me'," she uses air quotes "I don't want you to even look at me. Pretend that everything is fine, and no one's life is at stake. That should be easy enough. I mean that's the only reason you even look my way in the first place. Do that and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider you worth a second thought. You might want to pass that along to your brother and Elena. In case I wasn't clear enough, it extends to them too."

When Bonnie sees a flash of hurt in Stefan's eyes she feels a twinge and she sighs,

"Stefan, I-"

"One month." Stefan cuts her off, his voice void of any emotion, speeding away before Bonnie can say anything else.