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I KNOW THAT  it stopped being my business a long time ago, but we’re still friends, right ? && what kind of friend would i be if i didn’t say anything about you spending time with the QUEEN OF HELL personified?” perhaps her motives weren’t utterly altruistic; perhaps her personal vendetta against the she devil cast SHADOWS over her heart. “look, i just don’t trust her; she’s klaus’s sister. && besidesyou deserve the whole white picket fence thing with the two perfect kids && a completely human && as far-away-from-vampire that you can get wife; not to be sucked into this until you end up like ME or WORSE.“

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( &&. SUFFERST. )

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    ❛   ..   —   oh no.     ❜

                                                                           ❛        we are NOT watching (  ‘the notebook’  ) again, caroline forbes.     you’ve seen that movie like SEVENTY times !     i’m pretty sure you can recite most (  if not ALL  ) the dialogue from MEMORY.        ❜
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         ❛  && i’ll watch it ANOTHER SEVENTY until i inevitably find my noah calhoun. besides, it’s tradition,

              elena. if we don’t respect our girl night traditions the entire basis of our friendship will crumble.  ❜

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& HER FACE IS ONE HE HAS LONG-SINCE MEMORISED,        that’s the thing. she comes as a shock, for he has not been looking         ( in the way the venus fly trap does not look for her sustenance, in the way the sun’s rays do not seek out a window to fall into – in the way they are caught anyway )      for her, not in THIS lifetime, not since the dawning of a new age born of fresh breath & bone & blood. yet still, though he has not hunted her down as he had been so WILLING to do, he cannot deny that her visage is not one easily forgotten – perhaps once, when his very world had not been in her orbit, when she had not hung the stars in his sky & allowed them to shine each night, it would be – but that was a very LONG time ago, he reminds himself, before time had begun to unravel his already so-frayed being.
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—— & SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL,         that’s the thing. he has forgotten it, in the ages that have passed since flesh last found flesh, in the years that have worn away her beauty like a photograph unfolded & stared at too frequently, & perhaps her lineaments have been burnt into his skull but there is just something so very radiant about the sun once one finally sees it unencumbered, once its light is finally FREED. in that moment, all that fills his head is the memory of her, the gentle ( rise ) & fall of her chest against his, the fluttering movements of her bird bones in his arms, the brush of her finely-spun golden tresses against his cheek – digits twitch, move to entwine in such gilded locks, hesitate, for what if she does not know him?    what should happen were her fingers to FORGET the feel of his own, were her smiles to diminish in his presence now?      he clears his throat – he has forgotten much of the introduction their mutual friend had given, but such an ancient tongue needs no such TRIVIALITIES.             ❛ i’m stefan. ❜     a smile is forced into place.      ❛ but you already knew that. ❜
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HER MIND IS A PICTURE FRAME; but what good is a photograph when the faces are scratched out? when time && dust wear away the edges until all that is left is a FEELING ?  an ache in her breastbone that his name was a ghost imprinted on her lips, his handprints molded into the curve of her waist , his s o u l entwined with her own   ---- && it was one that she couldn’t shake , one that struck her somewhere deep and ancient , in places she couldn't even comprehend existed.     yet as sure as she was that the dark liquid that filled the scarlet cup clutched between her perfectly manicured fingers was anything BUT top shelf; their gazes had never before locked, their lips had never touched, their paths never crossed.  caroline collected boys like bottle caps      &&      she would have memorized eyes as deep and jade as his.

HIS VOICE WAS ELECTRIC; the type of alto sax that burns you while you helplessly cling on to every word for more. she felt the undeniable pull of attraction, how not ?      his face was like the first taste of honey on a summer morning.     ( though she found herself attracted to many faces of many boys. )          but this one was DIFFERENT.      he had mistaken her for someone else; perhaps another girl from another town.  the thought made her stomach churn with jealousy  ( it wasn’t a surprise, the boys she wanted never wanted her )          please tell me that was just a really bad pickup line && we DON’T have to do the whole awkward ‘sorry i don’t know you’ thing.”          maybe it was the cheap liquor or the way her heart had fluttered like a canary finally freed from its cage when he spoke,    but her lips curled into her best smile. ‘i’m caroline.’

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(&&. SIPHONER )

     – & CAROLINE.

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    ‘ – - gotta admit, for a vampire, you’re pretty              much the least intimidating person ever. ‘
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     ❛ you don’t have to be INTIMIDATING to knock someones teeth out.        && honestly ?                        if you weren’t some kind of witch on crack                      -------  you wouldn’t have yours right now. ❜

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