He'll Kill Me If I Let Him

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Chapter Eleven

Blaire

Elena has been down in the dumps, and honestly, I get it. The heartbreak she's dealing with from Stefan feels like it mirrors my own situationship with Damon, even if I don't want to admit it. Two sisters, two confused hearts, all courtesy of vampire brothers. Now we're sprawled out in my room, surrounded by ice cream cartons and empty pizza boxes. Our "love rehab" is starting to look more like a landfill.

I glance over at Elena. She's finally drifted off to sleep beside me, and I'm staring at the mess we've accumulated, feeling the weight of everything settle into my bones. It's not just about Damon or the life I've lost—it's about the life I used to have as a witch. The connection I felt, the power that made me feel like myself... it's gone. And that void is eating at me as much as the hunger ever could.

Just as I'm getting lost in thought, I hear footsteps stop outside my door. I catch a familiar scent: Bonnie. I pull the covers over my head, hoping she'll just go away, but she opens the door anyway.

She stands at the foot of the bed for a moment before speaking. "You guys up?"

"No," I grumble from under the blanket.

Bonnie walks over and tries to pull the covers off my head.

"No, no!" Elena protests as she wakes up.

Bonnie tugs the covers all the way off us, crossing her arms like a mom about to deliver a lecture. "Why haven't either of you called me back?"

Elena sighs. "Sorry."

"Me too," I mumble, feeling a bit guilty.

Bonnie looks between us, an eyebrow raised. "Are you guys planning on staying in here forever?"

Elena nods without hesitation. "Yep."

Bonnie rolls her eyes, but there's a smile tugging at her lips. "Move over," she says, climbing into bed with us. "I'm officially worried. What's going on?"

"I'm tired of thinking. Talking," Elena says, her voice soft.

Bonnie's face softens, and she gives us a small smile. "Can I get the one-line version so I can at least pretend to be helpful?"

Elena finally mutters, "Stefan and I broke up."

"And Damon and I are... well you know..." I add, feeling the bitterness seep into my words.

Bonnie's eyes widen. "I'm so sorry. Are you guys okay? Stupid question, I know. I've been kind of MIA when you needed me the most. I suck."

"You want to make it up to us? Get our minds off things," I say, nudging her with a grin.

Bonnie laughs. "Alright, but remember, you asked for it."

Before I know it, she's tearing open a pillow and emptying feathers all over the bed. I raise an eyebrow at her antics. "Bonnie, what are you doing?"

She gives me a cryptic smile. "Trust me."

With a slow wave of her hand, she lifts a single feather into the air. Elena and I watch, wide-eyed, as more feathers start to float and spin around us. It's beautiful, and for a moment, it's like the old days when magic was just part of my life, not something I'd lost. The pang of missing it stings sharply, but I keep quiet, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Bonnie notices my expression and looks at me, concern flickering in her eyes. "You okay?"

I nod, swallowing down the ache. "I believe you, Bon."

We spend a few more moments marveling at the floating feathers until they settle back down, and Bonnie gives us both a grin. "So, what do you think? Still think I'm weird?"

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