There are just some people that aren’t who I thought they were. They’re making decisions I never thought they could make. It feels like they’ve forgotten me completely.
No, no. I can’t ask you to do that, Stefan.
Maybe it’s time to move on from those people. Or at least try to understand where they’re coming from.
No, really. I can get you anything if you need it.
I haven’t been to a warm island.
And it’s fun because I’d be able to wear a bikini and soak up the sun with a cocktail. Canada? Not so much.
We’ll see what happens. It’s relatively easy to fly out to a warm island, anyway.
What a gentleman.
Isn’t British Colombia like…Canada? Why not somewhere in the Hawaiian Islands? Or Bahamas?
Where’s the fun in that? Everyone has been to a warm island. Plus, there aren’t many private ones for sale.
I feel like I’m centuries old.
And I’m really, really tired.
Do you need me to bring you anything?
I need to stay away from the alcohol..
I find that a glass a day keeps the irritation away.
Nothing is new. Everything is old and tired. I’m old and tired.
You’re not old, Caroline.
Oh please, if you had the chance you’d like to see me naked and all vulnerable.
Tempting, but it’s cold in British Columbia. I would give you a jacket to keep warm if you did that.
Some idiots are making some terrible choices, that’s all.
What else is new?
Probably not in a very close radius, so I’m okay.
Unless you don’t want to see me naked, then I’ll stay indoors.
I’ll just close my eyes, you do you.
Katherine was just getting out of the shower. The scalding hot water had helped calm her down after her… Conversation with Damon. She was in denial. She had convinced herself in the shower that what she was currently feeling for Damon, didn’t mean anything. It would fizzle out quickly. The ruby necklace peeking out of her bathroom drawer however, said otherwise. Hearing a knock on her door she quickly shrugged on her black robe, tying it around her waist. Her damp hair fell over one shoulder, the steam still billowing as she opened the bathroom door. Sighing she yanked the bedroom door open, “Damon I told you I- Oh. Stefan. I uh, sure. Come in,” she said awkwardly, widening the door for him to enter. Of course Stefan would show up right after she shattered Damon’s heart for the millionth time. The universe was a cruel one. “What can I help you with, Stefan?” She snapped sarcastically, placing a hand on her hip and a fake smile on her face.
He walked into the room, trying to ignore the fact that she was only in a robe as he walked in, his tone just as awkward as hers. “I just wanted to talk to you about the other day. I didn’t mean to force myself onto you, if that’s what it seemed like. I just—” he trailed off, looking at his feet and then back up at her, “I didn’t know why I did it, so I apologize if you felt uncomfortable by it,” he gave her a small smile, out of courtesy more than anything. He had no idea why he kissed her, but for some reason, he was loathing himself for it and not caring about it at the same time. What happened had happened. There was no going back. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at her before saying, “This isn’t a bad time, right?” he gestured to her own self in her robe.