It had been exactly four years since Thomas had been in Mystic Falls and yet, he found himself returning back to the Hellmouth. It was empty for the most part. A older man drinking alone to a side. Two guys playing darts. Two girls watching the guys play darts. A couple ordering drinks and that was it. He wandered up to the bar. “I guess some things never really change.” He commented to himself while he looked around the place. It still looked the same. Everything about it felt he same.
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