The Aftermath

The crisp autumn leaves crunched underneath bonnie McCullough's feet on her now daily walk in the old wood. She needed the space. To grieve.

It had been three months since Damon Salvatore, the candle in the wind, finally blew out and left all who cared about him in the dark. The pain still hung like lead weight on Bonnie's shoulder, making her less sprightly, bubbly than before. Damon's death had pushed bonnie towards whatever level of womanhood bonnie had not yet reached she was not a little girl anymore, or maybe she was just a little more mature.

Bonnie wasn't only grieving for the loss of Damon though, but also the loss what could have been. What she wanted to know but never would. She had nearly driven herself crazy in the months following his death, thinking about their little moments wondering if they meant anything. She felt he loved her but she didn't know. She sure did. Maybe innocently, naively but always strongly and deeply.

Stefan and Elena tried to help her, but they were grieving too. More often than not when the subject of Damon came up, bonnie and Elena ended up crying on each others was bonnie's rock, keeping bonnie on the right path. Matt was like bonnies big brother, always there for her. Giving her what she needed, even if that was just a hug.

When bonnie finally snapped out of her own thoughts she noticed a change in the old wood. Nothing physical, but as if some new power was using the natural resources around it. The ancient trees, the numerous flowers, the silently rushing river.

Then the wind rose, causing bonnie to pull her cream jacket tighter around her petit body. Bonnie could have sworn she heard the wind whisper "I'm coming home redbird just wait"

(Short I know, but hopefully future chapters will be longer! please review! also I own nothing, whoever owns VD now that lj is fired owns everything)