AN: I'm still dealing with Enzo's death. I decided I need Caroline reaction, and since I don't trust the show to give me that, I wrote it myself.
Tears in the Dark
"Enzo is dead, but we're not telling Damon. As far as he knows, he's still alive and off to parts unknown."
Caroline heard the words, and the following explanation, but her mind didn't quite understand them. She heard the blood rushing in her ears and Stefan's voice, echoing over and over.
Enzo is dead.
Enzo is dead.
Enzo is dead.
She was aware of Stefan still talking – trying to explain to her what had happened, something about Damon having killed Maggie and Enzo turning off his humanity and trying to hurt Elena, but Caroline didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to know how Elena had been put in danger and so it was for the best that Enzo was dead. She let her hand fall from her ear, pressing the end call button as her hand dangled limply at her side.
Enzo is dead.
She doesn't even know why it affects her so much. She's had a handful of conversations and one road trip with the guy. It's not like they were even friends, but…
I don't want to date her, Caroline. I want to thank her.
People didn't do that. They didn't hold onto someone's memory for seventy years, use someone as their one grip to sanity, and then simply want to thank them at the end of it. It wasn't enough, not in Caroline's world of love triangles and doppelgangers and people that always came second to Elena Gilbert.
Let me guess, she made you want to be a better man.
Not at all. She just… reminded me that I was good all along.
It was stupid. She shouldn't be sitting here on her bed, looking at the wall feeling as though the floor had fall out beneath her, as if, for some reason, her whole world had shifted. She didn't know him. He was Damon's friend and murder buddy, his death didn't affect her. He was simply another sacrifice made to keep them all alive – same old same old.
So why did she feel as though she had lost something important?
Caroline's eyes finally managed to find focus, they came to land on her reflection in the mirror. She looked like she always did, blonde and put together, but there was something in her eyes, a lost look, that she couldn't understand.
She didn't know him.
He was arrogant. He was a killer. He couldn't take a freaking hint.
Caroline watched the girl in the reflection, blonde haired and blue eyed looking like a lost girl, and slowly a single tear trailed down her cheek, then another, and another. Caroline reached up, not quite understanding what was going on. She felt the tears as the tracked down her cheeks, but she couldn't understand them.
She didn't know him.
And now she never would.
AN: Now back to my stories where Enzo is alive and nothing hurts! I think this may have been my shortest story ever.