Aftermath of a Last Breath

Damon Salvatore was the last person she thought she would see on the floor of his home with his head in his hands with tears resting on his dark lashes. The vampire's face rose momentarily as Elena flew in crying over Bonnie but she couldn't see Bonnie no one could but Jeremy. Oh the irony that her ex-boyfriend and brother of the doppelgänger who was trying to calm Damon without success wasn't lost on Bonnie. As her viridian hues locked with azure even as Damon stared through the space she was curled up in and his dark hair brushed his neck as his head shook back and forth in denial of the harsh reality. 

"You're crying over a girl you tried to kill remember Elena? 

You tried to tear her apart for what? Being the one damn girl who cared enough for you and your friends, our friends to give up her life! she shouldn't be dead no one should be dead. All these years we've been here she should have taken her brother and run, leaving you all, saving you all from this!" 

The bottle that lay half empty between cotton clad legs was in his hands and shattering across the room within the blink of an eye as the delicate veins filtered around the cobalt orbs of the elder Salvatore and she shook with surprise. Bonnie hadn't expected that reaction from him over her death to be so angry and lost looking they'd been fighting against each other and the beliefs both Damon and Bonnie had in regards to what and who they were. Regret flowed through Bonnie as she stood and watched the supposedly happy couple glaring at one another with hate in their eyes, she couldn't understand it, Damon had loved Elena for so long and it was clear to Bonnie now that her friend had loved him too - longer than she had even realized so why now, when they could be happy together? Why were they like this. Bonnie swore silently for what it was worth now that her death wouldn't, no couldn't be the reason they were like this. 

"Get out." 

The vehemence in Damon's voice reminded Bonnie of when he'd turn on Katherine and the frustration in his tone the same as when Stefan had infuriated him and sent him into the cellar to clear his head. This time though, it was Damon who needed the clarity, his cobalt hues were tinted red from tears, his normal pristine appearance in dishevelment as he stood rocking on his heels before walking to where she sat. His hand moving the leather jacket to one side to show the soft material of the jacket she had worn, the one that had dirt all over it from her fall to the ground as her last breath had left Bonnie.

Damon had her jacket.

Bonnie watched as he held the fabric in his hands, his eyes closing and jaw tighten in anger and her eyes widened in amazement as she saw Damon lift the fabric to his face and an agonized cry fall from his lips. 

"I told you to be careful so many times and you never listened, never once use an element of selfishness to protect yourself Judgey! What am I supposed to do with no one to tease, no one to try to burn me with their wit and sarcasm, to bring me the clarity the others lack when I'm too damn scared to say I'm afraid we can't win. 

Wh-what am I going to do to without you Bonnie?" 

The look on Bonnie's face at his broken despair was one that no one would have ever seen in regards to Damon Salvatore before, it was one of compassion, of mutual pain for the man who was breaking before her and she couldn't do anything. Fingers slid through her hair, the tips red with blood as they fell from the dark locks and her emerald hues focused on what she could do rather that what she couldn't, the veil had closed and left her in this trapped state. Bonnie's temper flared as she moved towards the smashed glass and tried in vain to pick up the splinters that admittedly couldn't hurt Damon, but as Bonnie glanced back at the vampire it was as if the air between them was electric. There was no fathomable explanation as to why it was the Salvatore guest house Bonnie had come to, nor was there one for why she wanted desperately to calm the man who was breaking apart before her, Damon was acting like someone she'd never known and she found it hurt her to see him so lost and alone. Brushing her hand over his cheek as she stood on tiptoe, wishing in that moment she could touch him, to try and show him that she was safe. She wasn't okay - being dead was far from okay but she was safe and nothing hurt her any more. It was a new sensation to be completely void of pain that Bonnie could now let everything else come to the surface and as the soft pad of her thumb seemed to caress Damon's skin and the urge to berate him for his outburst she froze. She could be mistaken but the vampire was leaning his face into her touch as if he could feel her there, Bonnie bit her lip and tried once more to see what happened. Her left hand running over raven waves that would when just a little longer catch across cerulean hues that were filled with so much emotion that they had held her transfixed so many times before. Damon's eyes closed as if held in a trance as he rolled his head into her hand. There was no denying it - somehow the vampire could feel her near.