...{love is a battlefield}...
After leaving the boarding house for a few hours, Caroline was glad to be walking up the front steps. It had been a very long few hours and she was happy that she could just relax. She entered through the boarding house door, the scent of alcohol entering her nose. She sighed heavily. Here we go.
"Hello? Stefan?"
She walked further into the living room. She glanced at the couch and saw Stefan sitting on it, his eyes glassy and a bottle of scotch in his hand. Caroline walked over to him and sat on the couch beside him, a comfortable silence forming.
"I-I don't, I don't underrsstand you." Stefan slurred.
Caroline glanced at him, her eye brows furrowed. "I'm sorry?"
"I don't get you, or, or th-the female gender." He stuttered. "A-and I don't get her. And I hate that she makes me feel like this. I-I hate that she turned me into this."
Caroline gave him a sympathetic look. She reached for his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.
"Stefan," She said softly, comfortingly. "I don't know why Elena did this to you, and I don't know why she didn't tell you. But I do know that she never wanted to hurt you." She squeezed his hand. "She loved you, and she was scared and confused. She was in a state of weakness and went off with Damon to recuperate..." Caroline sighed. "I know that you're hurting and I know that you're confused and you hate her for what she did to you. But please, don't do this. Don't drown yourself in alcohol. Your strong, you're stronger than this. I know you, and I know that you can get over some girl who broke your heart."
He took another swig of the golden liquor and looked at her through glazed eyes.
"Elena was never just some girl, Caroline. She was...Elena."
Caroline tried to ignore the pang of hurt the struck through her.
She squeezed his hand."I know that, and I know how much she meant to you. But Stefan you can't just sit around and sulk over her, she's moved on. It's time for you to move on as well."
He faced forward, his face expressionless as he brought the bottle of scotch to his lips and took another long swig from it. He finished it off and swallowed loudly, wiping his mouth.
He cleared his throat. "Thanks for the advice."
His voice sounded indifferent, nonchalant. He rose from the couch, the cushions readjusting to the loss of weight. He placed the empty scotch bottle down heavily on the table and walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing through the quiet house.
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