She kissed me. She, on her own free will, kissed me. The beautiful doppelganger kissed me and forgave me. If I hadn't been dying the whole time, it could have been the best night of my life. Scratch that, it was the best night of my life. Until I learned the price of my cure. My brother, always the martyr, devoted a lifetime of servitude to Klaus just so I could live. He gave up everything so his ass of a brother could live. What is wrong with him?
I'm still lying on my bed, just lying, letting the cure wash out the disease. And she's crying. She's lying in my arms mourning Stefan's sacrifice. It's killing me. To see her in so much pain is agonizing. Because I know there isn't anything I can do to ease it. I lay a kiss on her forehead, promising her I would do anything, everything to save my brother. It was a promise I intend to keep. It's a promise I will keep. No matter the cost.
The undead doppelganger had said it was okay to love both of them. But he knew the girl in his arms wouldn't. She couldn't. It would tear her apart. She wouldn't choose me. She made that very clear. But that's why she was with me now. Her choice, her love, was gone. He gave himself up. To save me. And in the process he hurt her.
I will never forgive him for that. But I can't pretend I'm ungrateful. He did save my life. But he killed a part of me too.
Her sobs become louder, more desperate. I make her look towards me. I find the necklace claps behind her neck, and I can feel her panic as I remove the jewelry. She squeezes her eyes shut, refusing my offer. I just wait. When she opens them again, I look deep into those chocolate orbs. Her eyes close again, softly on my command. And she sleeps a dreamless sleep. I place the necklace around her small neck, and leave another kiss on her forehead.
Then, I cry.
