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Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 3, 2014 14:28:53 GMT -6
'Damon's gone Elena. You need too move on'
Ending the call before Elena could speak again, he dropped it back onto the counter and cracked open a bottle of beer. Taking a quick sip of the warm liquid he screwed his face up in disgust, warm beer. Grabbing the case he took it to the fridge and placed on a shelf before closing the door.
On top of the fridge was an un-opened bottle of Bourbon, Damon's favourite. Returning the bottle of beer to the side he grabbed hold of the bourbon, twisted the cap and poured himself a full glass. Slumping into a chair next to the counter, he raised the glass to his lips and drained the amber liquid. Tasteless, empty, nothing.
It held nothing for Stefan any more, not now. Damon was gone and now everything seemed bleak and lifeless. Memories flooded him of many times that he and his brother shared a bottle similar to this, but now they meant nothing too him any more.
Refilling the glass again to the rim, he drained it again in succession as he repeated the same action for several rounds. Rolling the half empty glass between his fingers he sat in silence, the alcoholic beverage may have warmed him, caused his head to numb. But it did not take the pain away, it only made it worse. A single tear rolled down his cheek and dripped into the amber liquid.
His hand tightened around the glass and a single crack appeared along the side slowly leaking the bourbon into his hand. Pushing himself to his feet he tossed the glass against the wall and watched it shatter, the glass splintering across the room.
His hand fisted in his hair as tears trickled down his face. He allowed himself to believe it, too feel it. His brother was truly gone.