Liz is now in on the action.
The list of complications just grows and grows.
I couldn't kill her. She may have been willing to kill me, but I couldn't do that to her.
In this whole ugly mess of a life I've made, somewhere along the way I found a heart. It's not pretty and I'm not particularly proud of it, but it's there nonetheless.
But with a heart comes all of these pesky little things called emotions. Like sympathy or I don't know…wanting to help others.
I feel sorry for Caroline. Trust me, I know what it's like to be rejected by a parent. It's not the easiest thing to deal with.
Then there was Stefan. He and Elena play-fighting was cute but unbelievable. Like I would actually believe that the couple de jour would turn on each other so quickly. Please. I wasn't turned yesterday. The last fight was real though. I could sense it. Heightened emotions, heart racing, blood pumping. It made my mouth water.
And there I was helping to glue them back together. Giving her an olive branch to give him.
You see what I mean about hearts? One hurt look and I'm helping them mend.
I should have just walked away.