Disclaimer: The only thing I own about Vampire Diaries is this story.
The life we built is no more.
Everything we've gone through, all of the suffering, all of the joy was what? A waste?
No, not a waste. Never a waste.
Maybe it was in vain? Were we doomed to fail from the very beginning, from the very moment we laid on eyes on each other? Or did the failure come about gradually, picking up pace only towards the very end when Katherine entered the picture?
Who knows the answers to these questions? Maybe there are no answers. Maybe there are no words.
Gone are the days of…
Shit.
Stop it.
You're only making things worse for yourself. There's no point in lamenting. Things aren't going to change just because your feelings are hurt. This is the way things are now.
No boyfriend.
No safety.
No peace.
Just one giant knot of worry of being hunted, of being someone's prize mounted on a wall.
I lie here in bed in the middle of the night, hoping like hell that Stefan will just suddenly appear.
But I know that he won't.
We don't belong to each other anymore.