As she held the door open for him, Belle seemingly let out a sigh. She had successfully been avoiding him for as long as she had been back in Hawthorne, and while the occasional run-in was to be expected in a town as small as Hawthorne was, she never intended for him to come to her apartment. “I don’t want to kill you. Hell...I don’t even think I...hate you.” She released back, her expression all but falling, because Stefan was her best friend. She never wanted to lose that, despite losing herself to a darker side of the magic that seemed to consume more of her each and every day. “Stefan...what you did...what we did, that’s not something people bounce back from.”