He got into his car and drove away. He didn't seem to know where he was going. He just wanted to be reckless for once. Be ruthless. Not care about what's going on or who's going to get hurt. The only thing that was playing in his mind was the way Elena confessed her love for Damon.

Fine. Then I'm not sorry either. I'm not sorry that I met you. I'm not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything. That in death, you're the one who made me feel most alive. You've been a terrible person. You've made all the wrong choices, and of all the choices that I have made, this will prove to be the worst one, but I am not sorry that I'm in love with you! I love you, Damon. I love you.

In death, Damon made her feel alive... He let that fact slowly sink in. It felt like a knife that slowly twisted itself in his heart.

"Finally you're moving out!" Stefan turned at the sound of a sudden voice. His lips pulled into a smile when he saw Lexi on the passenger seat, beaming at him.

"Didn't think I had any business left in Mystic Falls. Silas is dead. And so is Qethsiyah. Now I can happily move to another place. Drink to my heart's content and mope around all day. I don't have to bother about my hero hair anymore." said Stefan, giving Lexi a half-hearted smile."

"Alrighty! How about New York?" said Lexi, looking at the rear view mirror as she fixed her hair.

"Nope, it's a bit too close." Stefan looked straight ahead as he answered.

"Ooooh! I know! Las Vegas!" Lexi gave an excited shout.

"Nah... too tourist-y." said Stefan, laughing at her childishness.

"Okay then. Where else? Another university where you'll graduate? You've graduated for the millionth time Stefan. It's time to live your life the way you want it. Without any guilt and misery. You need to give yourself that." Lexi laid a consoling hand on his shoulder.

"What if Elena was 'the one'?" Stefan felt a lone tear escape his eye.

"Yes. She was. Elena was and will always be an epic love. For a vampire, there are multiple 'ones'. That's the beauty of eternity. The only way to find another is to let go and move on." said Lexi, giving him an encouraging smile as she stroked his hair.

"Maybe I should go to Portland. I've never been there before." Stefan turned to his side, only to find that Lexi had disappeared.

"Goodbye Lexi. I guess I'll see you again."

Where's Stefan? He's been gone for 3 days now." Elena was paranoid. Her gut feeling told her that something was wrong. Where was Stefan? They had just got him back. What if someone had done something to him again? What if Stefan himself decided to do something to himself?

"Relax Elena. Stef's not a kid. He'll come back." said Damon. He was getting worried too. But he didn't want to show it. Not yet.

"Damon please... That's what we thought when Silas dumped Stefan in the quarry. We didn't even look for him Damon." Elena found herself getting paranoid every passing minute.

"Alright. Let's call Carebear. She might know."

"What??? Stefan is missing since three days, and I get to hear about it now!" shouted Caroline on the other side of the phone.

"Caroline. We didn't want you to get worried. You are on a vacation! We thought he might come back. But he didn't." Elena tried to reason with her.

"Elena! The last time he went away, thanks to you and Damon, he was captured in a safe and dumped in a quarry! And all that time, you were just making out with Damon." Elena heard the click of the phone from the other side. She stared at her phone in dismay before throwing it down.

He didn't know where he was going. He looked out of the window only to see the bright sun rays hitting his face. He knew that he was in a car… it seemed like his car. He could a girl with brunette locks driving his precious car. As he tried to sit up on the back seat, he felt a throbbing pain on his chest, right where his heart is.

"Easy there Stefan. You've been staked with a vervain-coated stake. And you haven't been feeding. You'll take time to heal." He knew this voice a bit too well to not get startled. It felt so much like Elena's, only it had a hint of sarcasm and recklessness with it.

"Katherine…" he didn't know if he were confirming it, or accepting it. But as soon as he said her name, she turned back, a smile plastered on her beautiful face. The smile of the woman he once loved. A smile he had learnt not to trust.

"Lie back Stefan, and enjoy the ride." Katherine accelerated the car and the zoomed past wherever they were.

Katherine Pierce was supposed to be dead. But here she was, in all her beauty, driving his car with him in the backseat. Was she the one who staked him? Was it really Katherine in the first place? Or was someone playing mind games with him?

One thing he knew for sure. Katherine or not, he was surely screwed…