GOOD PEOPLE ARE LIKE CANDLES¹

[17] Funerals and Letters [17]

Damon Salvatore would be lying of he said that Bex's funeral wasn't beautiful, it was. Everyone she knew showed up, everyone in Mystic Falls showed up. He wasn't ready to do this, he was going insane. He would never admit this to anyone but Bex was practically his best friend, his sister, his family.

He was the one who found her and it was not a pretty sight. He winced at the thought of her body and shook his head as if to clear his head of those thought. Damon was standing in front of his bathroom mirror, the letter she wrote sitting unopened on the counter, and a scowl turned his lips down and he grabbed it.

"You're the bane of my existence." He growled to the letter ripping it open and watched as the paper fell out onto the counter, swallowing thickly he opened the letter and read:

I've rewritten this letter four times. This was one of the hardest things I've had to write. Right now I'm sitting in my bathroom, on the counter and muttering the words to myself. If Damon could see me now he would laugh and ask  "Why are you wasting so much precious time on me, Big Gilbert?" And to answer your question, Damon it's because I care about you. You're my family and I'm glad I met you not like I would tell that to your face and inflare you're already ridiculously large ego.

I told Damon I would write his Eulogy, but in reality this is sort of my Eulogy. I told him I would write it and that it would be awesome, but most likely it would be a one liner and I quote, "Here lies Damon Salvatore, a bad vampire, an okay human, and a good friend." I said that to him when we were at the Cemetery together, it's not as weird as it sounds I promise. I carved his name onto a stick, his date of birth, the date he died and an empty space for the day he really dies.

I would be lying to him and everyone else if I said I didn't love him. Because I do, I really do, like a brother. I don't know how I would get to be the person I am now with out Damon, because in all honestly he really helped shape who I am. Damon, you are my best friend, despite the fact that you're psychopath. And if this letter doesn't make you cry I will come back and H A U N T Y O U, and mark my words, Damon, I will find a way.

Damon, I want you to write my Eulogy and it better be fishing good and make everyone at the reception cry. But knowing you, you probably didn't open this letter until afterwards but I still want you to write it and kept it on you at all times as well as this and whenever you think that you're incapable of loving or being loved read one of these and know that you're loved and that you can love.

When you read this, I know that I will be dead and gone and I want you to know that I didn't die alone, because I carry all of you in my heart. You, Elena, Jeremy, Stefan, Bonnie, Caroline, Matt, and on and on. I found out who was gonna kill me and I know why, so please don't think that I walked into my death unprepared, because I didnt,
Salvatore.

I did this for my friend, because I loved them and I understood why they were doing what they did. And if you think I'm Gonna tell you who it is, I'm not because you will kill them, multiple times and inflict pain that was worse then what mine will be.

Damon, read this carefully and slowly. I think you're a better option for my Baby sister, not Stefan, no offense to him or anything, but I really do. And I can remember you telling me, "Bad guys don't get the girl, Gilbert." And Damon Salvatore what stories have you been reading? In what story are you the bad guy, mister? In my book you're the good guy. You're just trying to figure out who you are right now, but in no way are you a bad giy, Damon, okay? You may be a psychopathic, angry, egotistical, snobbish, reckless, slightly delusional vampire but you're a good guy.

I don't know how this will end, I have absolutely no clue, but I know how you and I will end, with this letter and the one you'll write for me. I can't control a whole lot in my life, Day, but I can control my words, the words I put on paper, especially since they're in pen and you can't erase that, ha! It's okay to miss me and to mourn me, it really is. It's okay if you cry about me, and hate me then realize I'm not stupid and I knew what I was doing.

Eventually Damon you'll just think about me and miss me and be glad you got to know me and then you'll think, "Glad we got to exist together." And move on. We are all born to die and that's exactly what happened, my friend. I was born, I lived, I will die, the end. But of course there is always the occasional plot twist.

Damon, I'm glad we met. Really. I am.

With a whole lot of love,

Big Gilbert or Bex

See you on the flip side.