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“I’ve never known you to be particularly good at goodbye’s, Stefan.”

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rebekah was surprised when she looked through the peephole of her front door and saw stefan salvatore. he’d made it perfectly clear that whatever had been between them was long gone, and rebekah had adjusted. after a few of the terrible things that she’d done, especially to elena, she thought he’d never speak to her again. she opened her door and took a few steps back to look at him. “and what is it that you want, stefan?”

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The downside of no longer being on the cheerleading squad was that now when Bonnie and Caroline had practice Elena was left out. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered her, but her uncle had decided to make a surprise visit to Mystic Falls and she was doing anything she could think of to stay away. She was never really sure of where her dislike for John came from, just that she didn’t like him. She always thought it was because Jenna didn’t like him and she liked Jenna. She refused to think that it was just instinctual. But it seemed that it may have been as she recently suspected that her uncle was actually her father.

She leaned up against a locker, waiting for Stefan’s class to be over. Elena wondered why it didn’t seem weird to her that Stefan was taking high school classes again. Maybe it was because he looked the right age. Part of her had thought that he’d drop out after she realized he wasn’t human. She heard the final bell ring and she pushed herself off the locker. “Do you wanna go to The Grill or something?” she asked. “John is staying with us and I just can’t be around all that right now.” She waved her hand, fingers spread open, in a circle-like gesture that was supposed to symbolize the Gilbert family drama.

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Elena’s gaze fell to the glass in her hand before ultimately returning to Stefan. Today’s vervain mixture was stronger and she was already dreading the proof of its power. Especially knowing that it was her fault. She understood why he’d put his body through such torture but it didn’t make it any easier for the brunette to accept. Stefan merely wanted to keep Elena safe and more pointedly, to make sure that her heart continued to beat. However, that didn’t stop her from loathing the fact that Stefan always had to make the sacrifices. She moved closer to him, taking a sip from the cup. It had no affect on her whatsoever but she knew, as soon as this liquid touched his skin, Stefan would be in an agonising pain and she wasn’t sure if she could bear to witness it again. “You don’t have to do this, Stefan. There are other ways.”

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The outburst startled Elena, and in a sense, even scared her a bit. However, she still shook her head, desperate to know that Stefan — her Stefan — was better than that. He was more than the bloodlust that threatened to consume him, and he was more than the guilt that he felt for the things that he’d done. Stepping closer to him despite every muscle in her body telling her to move away, she took his hand in one of hers, her other hand settling against the side of his face, “There’s more to you than that. You are not the things that you’ve done, and I know that you can fight that side of yourself, because beneath that is the version of you that I love, and it’s good. Stefan, you can give up on yourself, but I’m not giving up on you.’

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“Stefan,” the brunette cooed, her lips slipping into a slight pout. Yet again, Katherine Pierce found herself standing in front of the man she truly loved. Of course, there were some minor aspects of his personality that had changed over the years but she was certain that he was the same Stefan Salvatore she met in 1864; the man who tried to save her from a cruel fate. Those feelings were deep down within him somewhere, she merely had to bring them to the surface. “You’re very close to hurting my feelings. You and I both know that I can’t be held responsible for my actions when my feelings are hurt. You wouldn’t want someone else to pay the price, would you? Especially on a magical night like this.”

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It has been a week into the fall semester and things had already gone South. Tears had been spilled and angry words had been exchanged, but Giuseppe had left again, and this time it was for good. With their father out of the picture, Damon was quick to take the parental role. Cooking, homework and laundry were becoming a part of Damon’s norm. As bitter as Damon was being about having to put school on hold to become a part-time worker and full-time guardian, Giuseppe didn’t just leave his boys with nothing. A trust fund had been left behind, along with the boarding house that the boys were raised in. It was nearing 6:00 now and Damon had spent the last half hour stirring,chopping and mixing. Damon knew Stefan was doing his best to adjust to their new life, and was trying hard to get back into his nightly routine. “Stefan!” he called up the stairs, “Come down for dinner!”