A/N: This is me writing depressing things when I have inspiration hitting me on full force. No beta so forgive my mistakes, English it's not my first language ;)
What will it take, take you to see?
"So… you think I'm hot, uh?" Caroline long white legs seem to go on forever in those tiny jeans shorts, while she moves them up in the air, body laying down on the comfy bed of her dorm room.
Stefan doesn't seem able to stop staring at them – at her – from where he stands, sitting on the wooden floor, a bottle of tequila in his hand. Memories returned and so did all the pain. Getting drunk with his best friend, equally heartbroken and in a need of distraction as well, seemed liked the best idea.
He's not so sure anymore. Not now when all he can think about is joining her in that too small bed and do things to her that are not exactly friendly, at all.
So he forces himself to stay on the floor, a safe distance between them, because he really doesn't need to screw up this precious thing they have, no matter how lonely he feels, how amazing and funny and supportive and beautiful Caroline is. He won't cross that line.
Stefan tries to make his brain work and understand what Caroline just said, searching in between his memories. Was there a moment when he actually allowed himself to tell her out loud about that? He has always been careful… Oh, yes. Two weeks before, memories gone, no filters, he spat it out.
Caroline turns her head to look at him, she has her own bottle of alchool, Stefan isn't sure what it is anymore, they've had so many in the last three hours, now every new one tastes like the last.
She has that delicious little flirty smile on her pretty face, the one she used to charm him in the very beginning, when she didn't know who he was, when he never thought she would've become his best friend, the only person in the world he'd ended up trusting.
"You are." There's no need to deny the truth, there are no lies in their relationship, this is what makes it so damn strong and perfect.
Her eyes light up, shining in the darkness of the room, reflecting the moonlight in their crystal blue. Stefan thinks that "hot" doesn't even cover how beautiful she is. It's something that goes way beyond her phisycal beauty. She's so much more than a pretty girl. Stefan knows it now.
Caroline drinks a little more, looking sad all over again, the light gone. She raises up, hugging her legs, her chin on her knees, the bottle forgotten on the nightstand. Looks at him again. "Then why no one loves me?"
Stefan's heart is hurting. She looks so lost, just like the little girl she was before turning in a badass and strong vampire. He stands up, closes the distance between them, sits on the bed next to her, every precaution gone.
"You are loved, Care. Your mom, your friends. Me." His words seem to make her even more sad, there's a little shade of tears shining behind her eyes, something that Stefan cannot understand. Not now, probably not never.
Caroline stares in those green eyes, drunken stupor long gone, forcing herself not to cry. She can't say the words she wants to say. She can't tell him that she's so sad because he won't ever love her the way she always wanted him to.
She can't because she doesn't want to ruin what they have. Not when she has finally found a way to have him in her life forever, even if it will never be enough. But she wants to believe it will. And maybe one day she'll think it's the truth.