Caroline had just finished her conversation with Alaric, calling him about two particular persons invading the pageant. When she felt a presence behind her. Caroline turned around and there stood Stefan Salvatore, leaning against the white wall, taking a sip of his bourbon before standing up straight "You never seem to relax on theses things, do you? Something wrong ?" He said teasingly with a smirk, then gestured to her dress "You look quite endearing today i have to say"
Caroline was still frozen in place, not knowing where to start. She gathered confidence, snapped her clutch closed loudly after she put her phone in it and then took a step closer, her eyes glancing over him. "Well Mr. Salvatore, as well as i have my habits you seem to have yours too; being a bit too broody on Miss Mystic Falls pageants has to be yours"
Stefan looked down at his almost empty glass "Well it's often not by choice I am" Caroline didn't know what to answer to that either, but even if his eyes were cold and distant she felt that now was the opportunity to just talk to him, she have missed him so much and now his here; in front of her. He might be a bit drunk and emotionless but his here.
"I know you don't care, I know that what ever I say, you will dismiss or laugh at. But I want you to know.. I need you to know. That even if you think the worst of yourself, just know that I don't. And even how cruel you can be emotionless, nothing can compare to when you have it on. Because then you are extraordinary; the bravest and most kindhearted person I know." She went closer and locked eyes with him.
"I know this, because ever since the first day that i met you, you have been the one fighting. Even if you have been in a downwards spiral you've always made your way up again. And i can still see the fighter, you might not want to believe it, but i will always love you, because of that kind hearted fighter, the brave hero." She gave him a small smile with her words so he would know she was sincere, and then continued "You will get through this, but don't do it for your brother or for me, do it for yourself. And when when you reach your humanity again, I will be here to take your hand and help you the rest of the way, you just have to want it."
Caroline breathed out and waited for a reaction and only got a stern look, his mouth tight, like he was trying to stay quiet. But in one move she was against the wall of the empty hall, her clutch lying on the floor, his mouth crashing against hers. Stefan's hand coming up threading his fingers through her perfectly made hair and the other one on her waist keeping her close. Caroline's hands gripping his collar, never wanting to let go.
It was rough but so passionate. She didn't know if he was trying to communicate with her through tongues or if the ripper was using her. He had always had a fascination to the blonde beauty. Right now she couldn't care less if it was real or not, she had been without him for too long. But a soon as that thought had come to mind it was over, he had stepped back.
Caroline was dazed as she sighed "Stefan…" She slowly opened her eyes and saw the he was gone, Stefan had just bailed, understandable she concluded. She knelt down elegantly to pick up her clutch while hoping her blushing cheeks would calm down before meeting Bonnie. She murmured a few words while looking around her to find the quickest way out and then went to go find a strong drink.
What Caroline didn't know was that Stefan had taken the first exit and stood there conflicted at what he had just done, when he heard her voice whispering "I love you" and then a faint sound of her delicate heels walking away.