I had always been good at running. Running away from my past, from my problems, from everything. All my life, all I had done was run. But it had to stop, I knew that. There would always come a point where you can't run anymore. Where you have to stay and face the concisenesses of what your choices. For me, that was now. I would stop running with one final choice. My past or my future, Storybrooke or Mystic Falls, Damon or Hook. And deep inside, I had already made the choice. I had been running away from it, because I was too scared to face it.
I walked into the house for one last time, leaving a note in which I tried to explain my choice. But there was no explanation that could ever make up for the pain that I caused. I left quietly in the middle of the night. It has been almost a year since I first came to Mystic Falls and a month since Hook went back to Storybrooke and now I was going to follow him there. Because whatever happened, I would always chose my family. I loved them and I knew they would help me through everything. It was time for me to go home.
-The End-
