You remember her words, as she drives back to your brother, because of course, that's what they all do.
At the end of the day, it is always Stefan.
Katherine. Elena. Even Rebekah.
You scoff inwardly.
It's not as if you don't understand.
"Maybe if I had met you first" She says, even as that shadow of what used to be your only friend walked menacingly towards you.
But you did.
You did meet her first.
Only you had compelled her to forget.
And by the time she met Stefan...it had become too late.
And even as Alaric slowly pummenls you to death, you are reminded of that first meeting.
That first night. That first time.
You meet her on the road, unwilling to believe your eyes at the sight before it.
Only it wasn't Katherine. And oh, wasn't it so stupid now, that you had dismissed her so easily as nothing more than a physical copy.
And so you compel her. And she forgets.
"Maybe." It echoes in your eear, as you desperately fight to the last, surprised at Alaric's sudden collapse...knowing it could mean only one thing.
You are almost sure you hear it, cradling your dead friend's body, the moment your heart breaks...that one word echonig over and over in your heart, your memory, as you run all the way back, as fast as your preternatural abilities, and your broken battered body will allow you.
"Maybe."