"Psh, I don’t even have a scene these days.“ she’s in her pockets, now. Slowly walking towards the mouth of the alley, assuming Stefan will follow after her without her having to extend an invitation. Faith finds what she’s looking for — a pack with one cigarette left in it and a silver, butane lighter she’s never bothered to give back to Spike. She pulls the cigarette out of the pack with her teeth and ditches the wrapper, "Always after a fresh start. That’s your problem, right there.”
It takes two tries to get the lighter to flame but she lights the cigarette, pockets the lighter and takes the thing out of her mouth to motion at Stefan with it, “You ever thought of just movin’ on? I mean, yeah, I’m not exactly the poster girl for twelve-step success, or anything. Just mean, hey. You got all the time in the world, man. Gonna waste it making the same friggin’ mistakes over and over again?”
And, it should go without saying that Elena Gilbert qualifies as one of these fucking ‘mistakes’. Faith’s met the woman all of twice, didn’t like her, but that doesn’t color the fact that she could’ve told Stefan in 2009 that Elena was destined to leave his fat ass for Damon. It’s just the way things were and anyone with two eyes and a brain could’ve seen it coming but, oh no. Not Stefan. He still had the dim idea that people, human people, were probably good deep down. Maybe if he pretended to be human, some of that goodness would eventually rub off on him.
"Look. I get it, okay? Just, I dunno. Doesn’t seem like it’s working for you’s all I’m saying.“
"Well," Stefan sighed as he fell into step with Faith, "When you're right, you're right. It feels like every time I try to take a step forward I get knocked five steps back. Or I trip over my own feet."
If Stefan knew anything, he knew what Faith was getting at. His mistakes were always the same but the last mistake was maybe the worst of his life. As happy as he had tried to be with Elena in the early years, it was always too hard and it never really felt right. She was beautiful. Sweet and kind. All the things Stefan had always told himself he wanted and he did want those things... but Elena wasn't exciting. It was shallow. He knew that but Stefan craved just a little bit of adventure in his life. In some ways he was truly envious of his brother's ability to find danger in every situation.
Stefan couldn't do that. He was still a ripper and as hard as he tried to keep it at bay, even when everything was going perfectly he still had the hunger. He still jonsed for the kill. Something Elena never would have understood.
Maybe chancing upon Faith again was just what his tired old bones needed? Her electricity and energy to jolt his life out of the mundane. Maybe he would feel like his old self again. He smiled and offered her his arm, "No, I hear you. I hear you. And you're not wrong, Faith. I haven't been myself in a long time."
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