∵∴‖ disangue ‖∵∴
[ the idea of going back to her house. where the memories of the old bonnie once strived. if you can call it that. left an ache deep in her soul. so here she was, stationed in the familiar rooms of the salvatore boarding house. touched by life and striving in the modern world the world she belonged to.
trembled hands picked up the newspaper again the blaring date of the present time stood out from amongst the printed words. justin bieber filtered in the air. a horrible reassurance that coming back home wasn't just a horrible dream.
it took bonnie a moment to realize that she wasn't sitting alone at the kitchen table anymore. glancing up she rose a delicate eyebrow as her heart thumped at seeing his familiar face. ]
❛ hmm? ❜













