So you and Bonnie spent the last four months together?
Bickered, mostly. Cooked. Ate. We went through a Tetris phase, but I beat her and she got mad. (pause) We talked. A lot. Apparently there are a lot of words in the english language, and Bonnie knows just about all of them.
Yep. I know this is gonna sound...pretty strange, but...I'm really happy that the two of you had eachother.
She sacrificed herself so I could come back. (pauses) Wow. And when she wasn't talking she was listening. She's listen for hours and hours and hours. So...when the opportunity presented itself for me to come back...she made sure I took it.
(looks at her) What do you think?
Doctor Future-Humanitarian-Award wasn't good enough? What went wrong?
(looks at him) What do you think? (sighs) Look, I'm at a crossroads right now, where I could go live my life the way I think I probably should - be successful and safe, and probably very happy. Or I could risk all of that for this tiny glimmer of a feeling inside that...I just can't shake.
Well, Robert Frost...what's it gonna be?
But I do know someone who could give me some pretty sound advice. Any chance you'd be willing to help me bring my best friend Bonnie back, so I could ask her?
[Tyler and Liv are walking, the latter admiring herself in her compact mirror.]
Why did you tell me your birthday was in two weeks?
To avoid this exact conversation. Am I wearing too much eyeliner?
If you and Luke are 22, that means you're old enough to merge.
That's why Luke and I are gonna bust our wonder-twin powers of persuasion, make Dad think that Jo's powerful enough to overpower Kai, and Luke and I won't have to do the Merge.
[Walks up beside Tyler and Liv and points to the latter] You're wearing way too much makeup. [Points to Tyler] And he shouldn't be here.
He's not staying, and why are you wearing a tie?
I'm about to ask the leader of the Gemini Coven to let us out of a centuries-old tradition. Kind of need him to take me seriously.
You should let me talk to him.
Really bad idea. Promise me that you'll stay out of it.
What happens if you don't convince him?
You die. You and Luke merge. Luke wins, you die.
Then don't worry. You're not gonna lose me.
[Tyler and Liv kiss. Liv and Luke walk away. Tyler watches on.]
[Bonnie enters the garage, with Jeremy behind her. She closes the door, then starts the engine of Damon's car. Bonnie sits down behind the right side of the car, and as she prepares the video camera, Jeremy crouches down next to her.]
[Tries to touch Bonnie, but his arm passes through her] [To Bonnie] No, come on! You don't wanna do this. Just turn off the car, Bon. You can't die.
[Starts recording a message] It's probably a waste of time even recording anything, but Damon, Elena– whoever, you find this and you figure out how to work this stupid thing. Please tell everyone that I'm sorry.
Tell them that I tried. I really tried to make it work. Um– [Starts crying] You know, I just miss too much. I miss saying hi to strangers–
[Jeremy sheds a tear.]
Ordering dinner– in a restaurant– laughing with my friends. But, um– spending every day here alone– with no one to talk to– going weeks without speaking– it's just the loneliness. It's– I can't take it. And I only know one way to turn it off. I'm sorry.
[Jeremy touches Bonnie's arm.]
Jeremy– I– I hope you're living your life– with no regrets. I hope you fight for the life you want– and don't ever give up on yourself– and stay strong. [Remembers something] Something my grams said. [Starts coughing] Stay– strong. [Turns off the video camera and continues coughing]
[Jeremy gets up. Bonnie tries to stand up, but the car exhaust fumes are too strong.]
[Desperately and frantically] Come on, Bonnie, get up. Come on!
[Starts crawling to the door] [Determined] Gonna stay strong. I'm not gonna die in this place!
[Repeatedly tries to press the button to open the door, but his hand repeatedly passes through it] Bonnie, come on! Get up!
[Bonnie starts gasping and coughing as a result of inhaling the fumes.]
Bonnie, get up! Open! Come on! [Bonnie collapses and continues coughing] COME ON! [Finally succeeds in pressing the button to open the door]
[Bonnie stares at the sun, and as she gasps in relief while staring at the sun, Jeremy smiles at her.]
[Matt gets into the car where Enzo is.]
[To Matt] So– how was your little coffee date? [Chuckles] You fancy her, don't you?
What was the point of this?
You were a test. I wanted to see what kind of a person the last remaining Salvatore really is.
[Confused] What kind of person she is?
Well, she spurned your comically inept attempts to charm her and yet proved to be a good Samaritan when you needed assistance. On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd say her purity ranks about 9.5. When I'm through with her, she'll be a one.
So, what? You're gonna compel her to be bad?
I'm not gonna compel her. I want Sarah to know that everything she did was of her own free will.
[Confused] What are you talking about?
I'm going to insinuate myself into her life, make her do things she'd never dream of doing until she begs me to make her a vampire. [Chuckles] Stefan thought he could protect her. I'm gonna show him how wrong he is. [Starts the engine]
One day, you're helping Lily, the next you're here being nice. Just pick a side, Enzo... Us or them.
Oh, God. You sound just like her.
That's because she doesn't trust you, and honestly, neither do I.
VValerie
[voice-over] Dear Diary, I am in Hell. It's hard to imaging a place far worse then where I come from, but by some spectacular miracle I found it. In the weeks since I arrived here in Mystic Falls three things are clear: the food is literally made of poison, the air smells like the plague, and everyone wants to know what everyone else is doing. I don't fit in here, nor do I want to. This is not the world I imagined.
If Stefan says he's got it, he's got it.
Do you really believe that or is that just some excuse to continue your slow crawl towards rock bottom?
Do you know how many days need to tick by before I see Elena again? Twenty-two thousand, nine hundred and sixty one days, and that's if you get some old person's disease. I have not even begun to approach rock bottom.
Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.
