Sneak peek for Bamon Day! =)
ELENA: Before I go, I need to give you something (hands her an envelope).
BONNIE: You wrote me a letter? As if these waterworks weren’t enough!
ELENA: It’s not from me, and it’s not a letter…
BONNIE: Well, what is it then?
ELENA: I think it was Damon’s first attempt at writing a diary entry? I found it when I was packing my things at the apartment. You need to read it.
BONNIE: I’m sure it’s hilarious but why are you giving it to me?
ELENA: You’ll know when you read it… And, when you do, I hope you realize that it is meant to be…
BONNIE: Elena, are you drunk? I don’t’ know what you’re talking about but…
ELENA: Bonnie, you know I love you, you are my best friend and I want nothing more than to see you happy… so, promise me you will at least give him a chance…
BONNIE: Elena, please stop, this getting very awkward and uncomfortable, we are supposed to be enjoying our time together before you go…
ELENA: It doesn’t have to be awkward or uncomfortable, we can talk about anything. I just want you to know that whatever you decide I’m fine, but I really hope you allow yourself to feel it…
Cut to – Bonnie, alone in her room, opens the envelope, it’s a torn page from what looks to be a diary.
It was a Tuesday, under the sign of Taurus, annular eclipse of the sun by the moon. The inauguration ceremony for South Africa's first black president Nelson Mandela took place, John Wayne Gacy (The Killer Clown) was executed, and it also happened to be Fred Astaire’s birthday… an uncanny day, no doubt… a day I will never forget.
And, how could I? I was stuck in this day for months, living in a bizarre snapshot of what I thought was my own personal hell. But now, looking back, I realize this was the day I truly found myself… And I owe it all to her…
It always started with pancakes and a witch I really disliked. Pancakes, crossword puzzles, Miss Cuddles, gram’s grimoire, the supermarket, The Body Guard, Monopoly, bourbon, more bourbon, Boyz II Men (her choice, not mine!), sleep, repeat.
The witch… always so damn judgy, so perfect, so unattainable. I couldn’t stand being around someone I couldn’t conquer or seduce to my will. She was too smart, too independent, too self-assured for me to play my cards and have a winning chance. She broke me… in a way I never thought possible, she saw right through my poker face and didn’t take any of my crap. She challenged me in such a way that for the first time, in my almost 200 years, I felt vulnerable, yet oddly comfortable to expose my true myself. I’ll admit, I was scared, had never felt like that before… for once in my life, someone dared to challenge my bluff, not to save or fix me, but to make me own up to myself, dared me to do good by me, and no one else… How can I ever thank her? Explain that what she did…what she does… I can’t, how? She is so above me. I can’t even gather the courage to admit to myself just how much I… I have to stop.
Happy Bamon Day Bamily!!!!
A little sneak peek from my TVD S9 fanfic in honor of this day, hope you stop by, read and enjoy =)