Hi everyone,

this is a little OS about Caroline and how she is coping after Stefans death.

It was such a sad season finale...

As I'm no Native speaker, please excuse any spelling or Grammar mistakes.

Greetings, EvannaLy

Darkness

„Sometimes you have to embrace the darkness to stop it." - Megan Shepherd

Caroline tiredly closed her eyes and brushed with her hand through her hair. She felt how the tears started to gather in her eyes again and couldn't do anything against it.

Stefan was dead! How could he be dead? Unresurrectable?

After all they had gone through, the mayhem, even the death of her mother – the last night exceeded everything. They weren't even married for 24 hours. She had lost her husband, her best friend, her soulmate!

As if she were in trance she stumbled through Stefans old room and to his bed.

As soon as Boonie had given the ok she had drove back, together with Alaric and the twins. They had ignored all speed limits, had rushed directly to Mystic Falls, with a pounding heart in their chest. She had clasped her mobile phone tightly, had prayed that Stefan had received her message in time and had against all reason held on to hope till the very end that maybe another solution had been found.

They had reached the Salvatore mansion, had left Lizzie and Josie sleeping in the car for now and had run to the others. Caroline had pushed the door open in a desperate manner and had stopped in front of Bonnie, tears running all over her cheeks.

Then her eyes had met Damons and she had known – every hope had been in vain. The emptyness and endless despair in his eyes had answered her worst expectations, had confirmed that after over 150 years Stefan Salvatore had finally left the world of the living for good!

Her knees had become weak and the same darkness that had threatened her after the death of her mother had loomed over her, slowly swallowing her again.

Everything that happened afterwards was kind of blurred. Someone had layed her down on the couch, the voices around her only a quiet buzz in the background. Later her saying goodbye together with Damon and then the funeral, her heart a pile of shredded pieces. At the same time her joy about Elenas awakening. The relieve that at least for Damon the grieving would be a little easier due to her, that Elena was there to pull him back from the abyss just as Stefan had done in numberless times in the past.

To stand in his room again now, where his smell still lingers in the air and with all the memories rushing to the surface of her mind destroyed her desperately maintained stoic facade at once and she embraced herself in a helpless attempt to stay as strong as Stefan would have want her to be. As strong as she had to be – for Damon, for herself and especially for Josie and Lizzie.

Only one little glimpse of light was left in the all consuming darkness, Stefan had get her message in time, she had been able to tell him one last time how much she loved him, how much he meant to her, that she understood.

She knew it would get easier some day. The wounds wouldn't disappear, but heal slowly. The world wouldn't stop turning. And despite all of that there wasn't anything left for her in that moment than to bury her face in his pillow, to curse the world and fate and to greet the darkness with open arms.

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