Post by Stefan Salvatore on Aug 27, 2014 15:05:33 GMT -6
Stefan raised his glass to his lips letting the amber liquid glide down his throat causing a rush of a temporary burning sensation before it quickly fizzled out. Inhaling a sharp intake of un-needed breath he drained his glass in one swift mouthful. Stefan was never one for drinking heavily but yet he found himself consuming a lot more alcohol in these last few weeks. He had found himself a nearby liquor store open all hours, buying the strongest poisons that would block out the emptiness that was consuming him.
But even after visiting the store a few hours ago, the bottles were slowly starting t Stefan knew that he was spiralling into an oblivion, standing on the edge of a cliff with nothing below him but complete darkness. But right at this moment he did not care about what lay before him, all he cared about now was another drink. For these last few weeks Stefan wanted nothing more than to shut it all out, forget everything that had happened. But he couldn't.
No matter how many bottles he drank, it could not change the past. It could not change the fact that his brother Damon was dead. Trapped on the other side with Bonnie as he tried to save his life. Stefan remembered that night as though it was yesterday, hearing his brother fight to save him. But now it was impossible to save Damon. The other side was gone. It was too late. He was too late. Gazing into the fire set by himself as he sat quietly, they had no place to go, they could not return to Mystic Falls, the Traveller's spell was still in place.
They would remain at Caroline's father's cabin until they decided what to do. Locking them all out from returning home to where they all belonged. The flames flickered in the hollowness of his eyes, Hearing a creak on the floorboards behind him he did not need to turn to see who it was. He knew exactly who it was, Elena.
But even after visiting the store a few hours ago, the bottles were slowly starting t Stefan knew that he was spiralling into an oblivion, standing on the edge of a cliff with nothing below him but complete darkness. But right at this moment he did not care about what lay before him, all he cared about now was another drink. For these last few weeks Stefan wanted nothing more than to shut it all out, forget everything that had happened. But he couldn't.
No matter how many bottles he drank, it could not change the past. It could not change the fact that his brother Damon was dead. Trapped on the other side with Bonnie as he tried to save his life. Stefan remembered that night as though it was yesterday, hearing his brother fight to save him. But now it was impossible to save Damon. The other side was gone. It was too late. He was too late. Gazing into the fire set by himself as he sat quietly, they had no place to go, they could not return to Mystic Falls, the Traveller's spell was still in place.
They would remain at Caroline's father's cabin until they decided what to do. Locking them all out from returning home to where they all belonged. The flames flickered in the hollowness of his eyes, Hearing a creak on the floorboards behind him he did not need to turn to see who it was. He knew exactly who it was, Elena.