Bonnie's P.O.V

As soon as I stepped foot in the cemetery my cœur, coeur stopped beating as fast as it had. I was suddenly filled with a certain peace. I walked slowly past each head stone as I made my way to the back of the cemetery. It was shaped as simply and large as any other regular headstone.

I ran my hand over the engraved écriture and watched as dirt fled from the inside of the 9. It seemed to go in slow motion, but I slowly fell to the ground weeping. The rose in my hand crushed, black petals floating to the ground. I looked up and saw a black crow. The arc en ciel feathers were all too familiar.

It was Damon.

"What?"

He did not reply just simply watched as I slowly rose from my position on my knees.

"Are toi here to mock me again? Is that what you're here for because haven't toi had enough of it Damon?"

My head jerked to the side when I felt someone standing beside me. He stood there just starring. He slowly made his way until my face was an inch apart from his, starring into those black eyes.

"I'm not here to mock toi Cara."

And like that he was flying away.

It didn't make sense to me. Damon has always wanted to torture me, but not today. So that leaves me with the question of, why? Why had his bottomless eyes suddenly cared? Was it because it was me that was mourning rather than him? I looked up and saw it was getting dark.

"I'll figure out why Damon, if it's the last thing I do."