Chapter 60: The Final one
The Salvatore house was bathed in the soft light of morning. The chirping of birds slipped in through the windows. Damon sat in the kitchen, sipping coffee beside Elena, while Stefan and Caroline lounged on the couch, flipping through a new honeymoon photo album.
Alexander stood alone on the balcony, his arms resting on the railing, eyes fixed on the forest that stretched before him. He was silent—an unusual silence. The idea was no longer just a passing thought… it had taken root inside him since his last conversation with his brothers.
Marriage.
Bonnie.
He turned when he heard approaching footsteps.
"Good morning," said Stefan, patting his shoulder. "So… you've been thinking about it."
"About what?" Alexander replied, feigning ignorance.
Damon came up behind him, a sly smile on his face.
"Don't play dumb. You're acting like you're about to propose and don't know her ring size."
Alexander sighed wearily.
"You two don't know what you're talking about."
Stefan smiled and replied:
"Oh, but we do. We know that look very well. In fact, I invented it. It's the 'I'm scared I'll ruin something beautiful' look."
Damon crossed his arms over his chest and said:
"We're not pressuring you. But Bonnie? She loves you. And you know it. After everything you've been through—Elias, Giuseppe, curses, fire—do you really think you'll find peace without her by your side… forever?"
Alexander looked down at the silver ring on his finger. He had worn it ever since returning from the brink of death. A keepsake of what he'd survived… and a reminder of what he could still lose.
"It's not about love," he whispered. "It's about… whether I deserve it."
Damon stared at him, his voice suddenly sharper, edged with intensity:
"Don't go back there. You do deserve it. You proved it more than any of us. You died for us. For Mystic Falls. For her. For Elena. For me."
Stefan stepped closer, speaking gently:
"You're not cursed anymore, Alexander. You're free. So what are you waiting for?"
He didn't respond at first. Then said quietly:
"I don't know how to propose."
The brothers exchanged a glance, then Damon's smile widened.
"Well, lucky you. You've got two married brothers ready to mock you… and help you."
They all laughed.
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Later that day, the planning began.
Damon insisted it had to be grand:
"Flowers. Candles. Maybe even a choir."
But Stefan shook his head:
"No. Bonnie's not that kind of girl. She likes simplicity. Things with meaning."
Alexander nodded in agreement:
"She loves nature. Stargazing. Books. Old music."
Stefan smiled and said:
"Then propose under the stars. Take her somewhere quiet. Just the two of you. Make her feel safe."
Alexander spoke softly:
"I'll write her a letter. I used to write poetry… maybe I'll try again."
Damon placed a hand on his shoulder and said:
"Bonnie loves your words. That's all you need. Just speak from your heart."
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Stefan and Damon watched from the living room window, silently staring as Alexander stepped outside. He was dressed in black—simple yet elegantly classic. In his hand was a small velvet box.
Stefan smiled calmly:
"He's really doing it."
Damon took a sip of bourbon and leaned against the wooden window frame.
"Told you. He's crazy, yeah—but he's not an idiot."
—
Bonnie was waiting outside her house, soft string lights reflecting in her shining eyes. She had no idea what was coming, but when she saw Alexander, her breath caught for a moment. He looked different tonight—still himself, but… lighter. As if something had finally lifted.
She stood and said:
"Hi."
"Hi," he replied, approaching her and gently taking her hand.
"Ready to go somewhere?"
She tilted her head, curious:
"Where to?"
He smiled and said:
"You'll see."
—
They arrived at a small field outside Mystic Falls—quiet, bathed in wildflowers, washed in silver moonlight. A blanket had been carefully laid out, and candles floated above it, gently flickering in the air.
Bonnie blinked in surprise:
"Did you… do all this?"
He nodded silently, then spoke softly:
"I never imagined I'd get this. Peace. You. Nights like this. I thought the curse would swallow me forever. That I'd die before ever feeling something this beautiful."
She stepped closer, touching his jawline with her fingertips:
"But you didn't die. You fought. You came back. And I'm proud of you… more than you can imagine."
He reached into his jacket pocket and spoke gently:
"Bonnie… I didn't come here just to talk."
Her eyes widened slightly as he pulled out a folded sheet of paper, a bit aged, written in his careful handwriting.
"I wrote it for you."
Then he read, his voice carrying all the words he had never said:
> I died and came back. I bled for others, walked through endless hell.
But not one moment—even in death—compares to breathing beside you.
I'm no angel, Bonnie Bennett. I'm as far from a hero as one can be.
But if there's one thing I know without doubt…
It's that you were my salvation.
And if you'll have me—
I want to be yours… forever.
Then he dropped to one knee.
Bonnie gasped, placing a hand over her mouth, almost unable to believe it.
Alexander opened the velvet box, revealing a silver ring with a green emerald at its center—a nod to the first time Bonnie wore a green dress in front of him.
He spoke in a trembling voice, filled with hope and fear alike:
"Bonnie Bennett… will you marry me?"
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she whispered:
"Yes." Then, choked with emotion:
"Yes… of course I will."
He rose, and she threw herself into his arms, kissing him with all the love that had built between them since that impossible first night. Since the curse. Since his return. Since everything.
—
Back at the Salvatore house, Damon handed a wad of cash into Stefan's palm.
Stefan grinned in triumph:
"Told you he'd cry."
Alexander walked in through the front door, Bonnie beside him glowing with happiness.
She lifted her hand, the ring catching the room's light:
"He did it."
And the house erupted in cheers—Caroline and Elena running down the stairs, hugs, laughter, teasing, and warmth filling the space.
Alexander stood in the middle of it all—surrounded by family, his fiancée, and home.
And for the first time in a long time… he wasn't the cursed boy.
He was just a man in love.
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