In the morning, Elena and I had spent it together in the kitchen with boiling hot coffee and tiredness in our eyes. We couldn't sleep, though. We were anxious since Stefan had no memory of anything. Almost two hundred years erased from his mind, the precious past that could be so nice and torturing at the same time. Every time I thought of that, my chest ached as it appeared on my mind. I wanted nothing more but to have him remember me, both our past and our present, and maybe to think about the future if we were together, or not. If I were to be completely honest, I wouldn't mind if we didn't end up together, because I just wanted to be in his life, romantically or not, although I did prefer romantically.

   Elena cleared her throat and looked over at me. "Can I ask you something?"

   "You already did," I said, giving her a teasing smile, although still a bit uncomfortable. "But, you may ask me another one."

   She hesitated for a few seconds, scratched the back of her head, and let out a breath. "How did you, uh... How did you fall for Damon?"

   The question was out of nowhere, and it surprised me. I straightened my posture and scratched the back of my head, searching in my head how to answer her. It was a strange question coming from her, but I was expecting it to come up for quite some time. What surprised me most was how long she took to ask. 

   I took a deep breath and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know," I told her. "I wish I could give you an exact answer, but the truth is that I don't know how or why." I leaned against the counter and looked down at the cup of coffee between my hands, deciding not to look at her face. "Back then, he was this charming boy that brought flowers and kissed hands. He charmed his way through situations, and he always had this alluring stare that made you smile or look away in embarrassment." I smiled to myself and glanced up at her quickly. "I don't have an exact answer of why and how, because it just happened."

   "And Stefan?" she asked. "How did you fall for Stefan?"

   I shrugged my shoulders. "The same way, probably," I said. "It just happened."

   "Do you still have feelings for Damon?" She asked cautiously, as if she didn't want to know the answer but at the same time was desperate to know.

   "I love him," I told her. Her face dropped at that moment; her eyes widened and her mouth slowly fell open. I smiled at her and shook my head. "Not romantically, Elena, not anymore. I love him like you love Matt, as a best friend that I would do anything for."

   "But, h-he's your first love!" she said.

   "Do you still have feelings for Stefan?" I cut her off, raising a brow. She slowly shifted in her seat and looked down at her cup of coffee. I nodded. "Exactly. You never forget your first epic love, Elena, no matter how hard you want to. You'll always have feelings for them, but you know you can move on because you have somehow fallen for another person." I sat up and shrugged my shoulder, giving her a tight smile. 

   Elena nodded, slightly leaning back as she let my words sink into her head. She brought her mug up to her lips and took a big drink of coffee, then slowly brought it back down to the table. "Where do you think they are now?" she asked, referring to the brothers that left the night before and didn't come back. Damon had taken him out, wanting to help him remember his past, and so far I had gotten a text message that told me nothing, only "so far, so good," and nothing more.

   "It's Remembrance Day," I said as I pursed my lips and racked my head for a solution. "So, either the cemetery or The Grill. I think, they're at The Grill, because what better way of bonding than alcohol?"

   She pointed at me and nodded. "True, true."

   "We should go," I said. "Make sure Damon is actually trying to help him remember."

   Elena smiled, a genuine smile, and nodded. I grabbed the two mugs and washed them, then hurried out of the door with her and straight to the car. It was her who drove, and she talked a lot. From her brother to Bonnie not answering, to her her life at college and the things she missed about Mystic Falls. At that moment, I realised that we have somehow become closer, and I didn't mind because I wanted to be close to her. Yeah, she was a girl that thought a lot about herself, but in this world we were aloud to be selfish once in a while. 

   The Grill was full with people when we arrived. Remembrance Day was something big in Mystic Falls, where people rang bells and drank to remember the dead. Even the outside was full of people, drinks on their tables and half-uneaten food on their plates. Some cheered with shots, others with large pints of beers, and others decided to stick to soda. The younger kids, mostly, drank soda, but paid off the waiter to put a bit of alcohol in them. 

   Elena and I entered the restaurant and found Stefan and Damon sitting in a table with two shots in front of them. They were about to drink them, but I pushed back a chair and sat in it, Elena in front. 

   "And we thought catching up on nearly two centuries would be a drag," I said, smiling at both brothers.

   Stefan looked at me, slowly leaning to the front as a smile appeared on his lips. "Clara," he said, pointing at me with the hand that held the shot glass. "I read about you in those journals Damon made me read." He then glanced at Elena. "Remind me of your name again."

   She looked visibly hurt, and slowly said, "Elena."

   "Elena," he nodded. "Right."

   She turned to Damon. "You haven't told him about me?"

   "Two hundred years is a long time," he answered her. A bell rang, and he downed a drink. I tapped my fingers against the table and nodded, picking up the drink a waitress had laid in front of me and downing it. 

   "I'm gonna get something more to drink," Stefan said as he stood and walked away. 

   Elena waited till he was gone to look at Damon. "So, Mr. So Far, So good; Mr. I Can Handle My Brother; Mr. I Know What I'm Doing."

   Damon raised a finger and shook his head. "Hey, I never said I know what I'm doing."

   "Hmm," I hummed, nodding. "You never know what you're doing." I glanced back to see Stefan flirting with the waitress. I rolled my eyes and decided to keep my eyes in front of me, on both Elena and Damon. She pulled out her phone and began to dial.

   "Who are you calling?" Damon asked, watching her with a raised brow. 

   "Bonnie," she said. "A witch did this to him, maybe a witch can undo it."

   "I'm on top of it, Sister. I've called her about ten times, she hasn't called me back." He grabbed the phone from her. "Look. I say until she does, let's just let Stefan be Stefan. Fun, carefree, drunk Stefan with a hundred years of vampire guilt on his shoulders."

   "The guilt came from a blood addiction," I said with a sigh. 

   Elena nodded. "It might still be hard-wired on his brain."

   "You take one philosophy class, now you're the queen of nature versus nature?" Damon then turned to me with the same teasing and annoyed look. "And you hang out with her for one night and suddenly become best friends and end each other's sentences?"

   "Of course," I smiled. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

   "Not if you two end each other's sentences," he mumbled. "It's weird. Stop it."

   "Hey," Elena spoke up, "where'd he go?" The three of us stood and began to look around, finding Stefan no where. The strange thing was that the waitress was also missing. 

   "You don't see that cute, little waitress anywhere, do you?" Damon asked, brows furrowed.

   "Do you think he..." I trailed off as I continued to glance around. 

   "Before you two came, he was tempted to feed on the waitress." He stopped moving and stared down at the floor, lips slightly pursed. "And there he is." The next time I blinked, he had sped away.

   "The backroom," Elena said with a nod. "They should be in the backroom." She began to walk there, and I followed behind her. We moved between people, as if we were going to the bar but turned at last minute. No one noticed, no one said anything. 

   We walked in to see Damon pushing Stefan against metal shelves by the neck. He was trying to calm his brother down, while the waitress stood by the sink with a scared face. I went up to her and compelled her to forget everything, that she was just washing her hands and left. She nodded, repeated what I said, then left with a towel between her hands as if she were drying her hands. When she left, I turned back to the two brothers and Elena. 

   "You shouldn't have brought him here, Damon," Elena said, her tone angry. 

   "Well, excuse me for thinking that a drink would be the good way to help my brother get his memories back," Damon retorted, rolling his eyes. 

   "Shut up," I groaned, turning to them. "Please, just shut up. Bad idea? Maybe. Should he have gone through with it? Debatable."

   "Thank you," Damon said, pointing at me with a hand and then looking at Elena. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, glanced at his brother, and nodded. He decided that it would be best to take him to the cemetery, to the Salvatore mausoleum. 

   It turned out that Damon had wrecked his car while trying to show Stefan that he was the fun brother. I was tempted to smack him, but was held back when Elena did it for me. She began to call him irresponsible, then something about if they ended up seriously hurt. It was all while we walked to her car, and then as she drove, and even as we stopped at the cemetery. From what I noticed, Damon tuned her out but nodded, pretending to be listening to her. That ended up with another smack to his shoulder.

   As we walked through the cemetery, people would drink at the sound of a bell ringing. I watched them all; they would cheer with the tomb, then they would down the drink. Some would drunkenly slur at the tombstone, other cried, and others silently mourned. Those that silently mourned looked as if they were tired, just tired of everything. They drank, poured some over the grave, and then drunk a bit more.

   "What kind of name is Honoria Fell?" Stefan asked, staring down at a tombstone with a confused expression.

   Damon turned to him and pressed his pointer finger to his mouth. "You're kind of the one that killed her."

   As soon as we entered the Salvatore mausoleum, I began to turn on candles with Elena. At every small sound, I would cringe and expect for a bony hand to reach out at me and pull my hair. When it didn't happen, I would let out a small breath and continue lighting candles. The reason why I was so jumpy was because Elena and I spent the whole night watching horror films, and I didn't like horror films. In fact, I couldn't stand them unless I watched in the daylight and then watched something else to take my mind off of them.

   "Hindsight being 20/20, way too much temptation at the bar," Damon said as he spun around to face his brother, "so if this Ripper gene is biological then we need to minimise human contact until we get your brain all witchy-wooed back to normal, so here it is."

   Stefan glanced around. "So, this is the family crypt, huh?" Damon hummed as a response. "Anybody here I didn't kill?"

   "Well, we covered out father, who art in hell," he chuckled. He then rung a bell. "Uncle Zach, my bad." He rung a bell. "On the bright side, out mother died of consumption." He rang the bell again. 

   "Oh, good," Stefan nodded. He turned to me as I finished lighting the last candle on my side. "Did I, uh, kill you?"

   I shook my head and gave him a small smile. "No," I said. "You didn't."

   "I read the books," he said, stepping closer to me. "My journals, I mean. Apparently, I had a huge crush on you when we were humans."

   "What?" My brows were raised in confusion, his words catching me by surprise. "I, uh..." I scratched the back of my head, unsure on how to answer him.

   "Oh..." He nodded. "I guess you didn't know about that, huh?"

   "No," I breathed, still unsure on how to answer him. "I didn't know that. Um, do you have those journals with you, still?"

   "They should be at the house," he said, crossing  his arms. "My room, I think. That is my room, right? The one with the books?"

   "I got to go see a man about a witch," Damon said, breaking the conversation between Stefan and I. "Party on without me. Brother—for you." He put a bottle of liquor down. "For you." He handed Elena a bell. He then walked up to me and laid something in my hand. "And for you." He turned and left, hands in his pocket. 

   I opened my hand to see the engagement ring I had returned to him the moment I arrived from my trip to Puerto Rico. There was a part of me that enjoyed the constant trade we both had with the damn ring. I would give it back, and then he would hand it back when I least expected it. There were times where I wished to throw it out the window, to the river over a bridge, but the damn thing was too important to me because of memories. Ugh, what a curse memories were.

   "I'll be back," I said, pushing the ring to my pocket and turning to look at Elena and Stefan.

   "Are you going with Damon?" she asked, raising a brow.

   "No, I'm going to the Forbes crypt," I said, giving her a small smile. "Remembrance Day and all." I walked over to Elena and grabbed the bell, then to Stefan to grab the bottle of liquor. "I'm going to need this more than the two of you." I began to walk out, throwing my hand up to wave goodbye at them.

   The Forbes Family mausoleum was a bit further away than the Salvatore's, deeper in the old part of Mystic Falls cemetery, and a bit more fuller. In the centre of the building was a big statue of a weeping angel, so perfectly sculpted that one would think it was a person painted in grey. I stepped closer to the statue and ran my hand down its perfectly sculpted robes, feeling the cracks that had appeared ever since it was first sculpted. 

   I turned to the walls and decided to walk to there, staring at the names that were engraved there. The name of family members rested so perfectly against the wall, as if they were buried behind. There was no one buried in the mausoleum, but there were personal objects that would indicate that it was indeed haunted. When I visited with my mother, I always used to see figures from the corner of my eyes. I used to tell my mother that it was haunted, that I was afraid, but she would brush it off and say that it is Grandmother Theodosia watching over us.

   "This is for you, Grandmother Theodosia," I said as I opened the bottle of liquor. I rang the bell and took a drink, making a face as the liquor slightly burned the back of my throat. I moved to the next grave, Constance and Benjamin Dubhghlas, and rang a bell as I took a drink. Geilis and Angus Forbes. Lenora Graeme. Ezekiel Dubhghlas. Name after name, bell after bell, drink after drink, to the point where I came up to my name. 

   "Clara L. Forbes," I read out loud, making a face as I stared at my own name with anger and annoyance. I rang the bell and brought the opening of the bottle to my lips. "Rest in peace, you worthless girl." I drank what was left of the bottle, then laid the empty bottle by the statue of the weeping angel.

   I moved to the next name, seeing that next person that died of my family was my youngest sister, Frances Louisa Forbes. She died a few years after I did, from the years written on the stone—1872. The records showed that she died of childbirth, at the age of twenty-one. After her my father, from old age. Then my mother, Thomas, Abraham, and lastly Charlotte. I blamed Katherine for killing me, myself for being so stupid, Ana for turning me, Silas for being a shit person, Qetsiyah, too. I blamed everything and everyone, even to the smallest thing.

   "Clara Forbes," a new voice joined my thoughts. "A shadow that is not meant to be."

   I rolled my eyes and turned to face the person that spoke. "Silas," I sighed. "Someone I could care less about. What are you doing here?" He looked exactly like Stefan, which was what scared me the most. 

   "I thought you would be here," he chuckled, walking in and passing his hands through the names. "You're so sentimental, too stuck in the past." He glanced at me and smirked, just lightly. "You forget, Clara—I've been inside your head."

   "Still creepy," I muttered as I made a face. "What are you doing here, Silas? You hate me, remember. I look like your lost love, Helen."

   He stopped moving at the mention of her name, then let out a chuckle a few seconds later. "So, Qetsiyah told you about Helen." He sounded annoyed, tired, angry. "It wasn't her story to say."

   "Well, you said nothing about it," I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders and taking a seat besides the weeping angel. "So, you have two options here, Silas: either tell me about her or leave."

   For a whole minute, he stood by the entrance. He sighed and took a seat next to me, another thing that surprised me about the immortal. He pulled a leg up to his chest and draped an arm over it. Once again, he reminded me so much of Stefan. I moved away from him, leaving the size of another person between us. 

   "What did she tell you about Helen?" he asked, breaking the silence that had accumulated. 

   "She told me about how she was married to someone else," I began, "but she still was with you. She told me about..." I was afraid to say the name, so I looked down at my fingers and nodded. "She told about the boy, how he died, how she died and was brought back to life, and then how you killed her?"

   "I didn't kill her," he said as soon as I finished talking. "I couldn't kill her."

   "Because you loved her," I finished for him with an annoyed tone. 

   Silas nodded. "One couldn't help but fall in love with her," he said, eyes staring far away from him, as if he were recalling a memory. "She was just so beautiful, so full of life and smiles. Helen had her way with words; she could make anyone do anything she want with a smile and a blink of her eyes. Simple, easy, and beautiful. So, just like any other man that was around her, I fell in love with her."

   "Look at you," I mumbled, glancing at him. "Humanity looks so weird on you."

   "Sweetheart, this isn't humanity," he said with a small smirk. "This is memories."

   "Yeah, sure," I nodded. 

   "Do you want me to finish or should I leave?" he asked, annoyed.

   I quickly turned to him and shook my head. "No... I, um, would... Continue."

   "Like I was saying before you so rudely," he chuckled, rolling his eyes. "I fell for her, she fell for me, and you know what happens when two people are so crazy about each other." He let out another chuckle and threw his head back, resting it against the stone. "When our son die, we were both a wreck. While I said that we could start a family again whenever she was ready, she decided that it would be best just to end her life. I took her body to Qetsiyah and asked—"

   "Pleaded," I interrupted.

   He glanced at me with a stern face. "Asked," he continued, "her to bring her back. Back then, she was a bit more powerful than me, so it was only reasonable to ask her that. She did bring Helen back, but she wasn't the same. She was cold, distant, as if there was no trace of warmth left in her."

   "Qetsiyah already said that," I sighed.

   "What did she say after?" he asked, raising a brow. "That I killed her, right? Well, I didn't. I couldn't."

   "So, why am I here?" I quietly asked, staring at the stone in front of me. "If she died, I shouldn't be here, because nature wouldn't be looking for a balance."

   "Since I couldn't kill her, I asked Qetsiyah to kill her for me," he finished. "Morbid, don't you think?"

   "Romantic," I sarcastically said, rolling my eyes. "You should win boyfriend of the year."

   Silas let out a chuckle and stood, letting out a soft groan as he did. "Let me tell you something, Clara. You're attracted to me—"

   "I am not attracted to you," I stopped him, standing.

   He smirked. "You sure about that?" He leaned closer to me, making me take a few steps back until my back hit the statue. His hands were besides my ear, as the smirk-ridden face moved closer. "You're attracted to me. Do I need to remind you of that kiss?"

   I stepped closer to him, making him take a step back. "I am not Helen," I quietly hissed. "I may look like her, but I am not her. Don't tell me what I should feel, how should I act, or anything because I am not her." I stepped away from him then marched out of the mausoleum. Once outside, I took a deep breath and calmed myself, feeling the fresh air calm me a bit. 

   I decided to leave the cemetery, already feeling overwhelmed. It wasn't because I was surrounded by dead people, but because of Silas being a complete jerk and Stefan not having his memories, because of me being completely stupid and now knowing how should I feel. 

   "Clara?" someone asked. "Over here! That's my... That's my cousin, Clara!"

   "Caroline," I breathed, walking over to her. She sat on a blanket, books around her. There was a man sitting besides her on a chair, an embarrassed smile on his lips. I stepped in front of the blanket and crossed my arm, looking down at her with amusement. "Are you studying?"

   "What better way to study than in a cemetery?" she joked, giving me a big grin. She glanced at the boy, then looked at me with a smaller—more embarrassed—smile. "Oh, Clara, this is Jesse. He's, uh, helping me study."

   I widened my eyes in amusement and slowly nodded at her, knowing that it was in no way just them studying. I turned to Jesse and extended my hand. "It's nice to meet you, Jesse."

   He took my hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, too." Jesse was, in fact, quite attractive. A bright smile and dazzling green eyes, no wonder Caroline decided to get to know him better.

   "I, uh, should go," I said, giving both a smile. "Leave you to your studying."

   "No!" Caroline suddenly said, standing. "I mean, stay. I haven't seen you since I went off to college."

   "Which, honestly, hasn't been that long," I chuckled, giving her a smile. She gave me a look, causing me to chuckle and nod, agreeing to stay with her. 

   I sat down in front of her and picked up one of the books they weren't using, just to skim through it. Microbiology was a subject I detested, something I was in no way interested in. I read through the books with my hand under my chin as I heard Caroline and Jesse study, and laugh. Sometimes, I glanced at them and smiled. When Jesse left to grab a drink, I turned to Caroline and closed the book.

   "I like him," I told her with a nod. "Nice guy, nice built, and those eyes?"

   Caroline smiled. "He's nice," she nodded. The smile dropped, only a bit.

   "Care, if Tyler hasn't called or texted or anything, I think it should be over," I softly said. "He's not worth what he's putting you through."

   "I know," she sighed. "I just... I miss him, okay? He's off helping people, so I understand that he can't call me every single day."

   "Has he..." I trailed off as I saw a figure walking around with a bottle of alcohol to his lips. I stood. "Stefan?"

   "Clara Forbes," he breathed, "my best friend and crush." He then turned to Caroline, who took a stand besides me. "Caroline Forbes, my best friend."

   "What?" Caroline sounded surprised. "You recognise me?"

   "Well, I've studied pictures." He shrugged his shoulders, then pointed at me with the bottle that held the alcohol. "You're much hotter in person." He took a drink and let out a soft chuckle. "Sorry. I'm—I'm a little drunk."

   "Yeah, yeah," Caroline nodded. "I can see that."

   "Are you okay?" I asked him, crossing my arms. 

   He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if by okay you mean heavily spiralling into Ripper oblivion, then yes, I'm dandy."

   "Keg-stand guy passed out," Jesse said as he arrived, juggling three drinks in his hands. "So, I stole these."

   Caroline turned to him, giving him a big smile. "Hey, do you mind giving us a couple of minutes?"

   "Yeah," Stefan nodded. "It's probably a good idea because I can sense from here that you have a paper cut on the palm of your left hand, and I want to rip your entire arm off."

   "Stefan!" I gasped, surprised at his choice of words.

   "Go away, hide!" Caroline told Jesse in a panic. "I'll find you."

   I took a step closer to Stefan. "Look, I get you're hungry, but you don't do people, okay? It's just—it doesn't end well."

   "What about blood bags?" he asked. He turned to Caroline. "Do you have any blood bags."

   "Yes," she breathed, almost in relief, "in the car. Come with me."

   We turned and began to walk away, to her car. I stopped when it felt strange, then turned to see Stefan had disappeared. I let out a loud groan and ran a hand through my hair, suddenly feeling panicked. The cemetery was full of people, full of humans that were filled so deliciously with blood. I understood him, I understood the hunger, but it worried me that he would so thoughtlessly feed. When his memories return, it would hurt him to the point where he would isolate himself. 

   I stopped and turned to Caroline. "He was after Jesse," I remembered. "You told him to hide, right? So, where would he hide in the cemetery?"

   "The most dumbest place to hide would be behind a tombstone," she said. She pursed her lips to one side and crossed her arms as she thought. "The only other two places to hide would either be the cars or the few crypts."

   I nodded. "Which one's closest?"

   "The crypts," she said as she came to realise. "The Salvatore crypt is the closest one!"

   Caroline and I ran to the Salvatore crypt. I stopped right at the entrance, when the scent of fresh blood swallowed me and I felt it change me. Over the summer, I had been able to slightly control my thirst. It could have been because I was thinking for the majority of the time. I inhaled deeply and let it go to the back of my mind, then followed a worried-looking Caroline inside the crypt. Stefan stood in front of Jesse, furiously feeding from him. 

   "Stefan, stop!" I yelled. I pulled him away from Jesse and made him look at me by laying my hands on his cheeks. "This isn't you, okay? You might not remember, but I do. You are better than this. You are not this person."

   He stared at me for a couple of seconds, his mouth slightly ajar as blood decorated the corners. "I have to leave," he said. 

   "What?"

   He pulled away from me and shook his head. "I have to leave," he repeated. 

   I shook my head. "Stefan..." Before I could let another word escape my lips, he had already left. I turned to Caroline, who was feeding Jesse her blood and staring at me with worry. "I'll get him, you take care of him."

   "Be careful!" she called out as I ran outside. 

   There were people still talking, laughing, ringing bells and drinking. And from between those people, I could see Stefan plodding away. His figure moved to the sides, fast but slow, as if reluctant. "Stefan!" I ran to him and stepped in front of him, stopping him. "Stefan, what's wrong?" He brushed past me and continued walking. I groaned and followed him. When we were outside of the cemetery, I stepped in front of him again and stared up at him. "What's wrong?"

   "What's wrong?" he repeated, furrowing his brows as he stared down at me. "Are you really asking what's wrong, Clara?"

   "I'm... I'm sorry," I mumbled, glancing down. "I know it's hard—"

   "You don't know!" he said, shaking his head. "Clara, I don't remember anything. I don't remember what I did, how I did it, or why; I don't remember how I felt about you, or my brother, or Elena, or anyone that I'm supposed to know. Everything I know is because of those stupid journals." 

   He was frustrated, annoyed, and I wanted nothing more but to hold him and tell him it would be okay. The problem was that I didn't know if that was what he wanted, and at that moment I was afraid of even touching him. So, I just stared at him and longed to help. 

   "I'm sorry," I repeated, quieter this time.

   "Stop," he said as he shook his head. "Shut up. I don't want to hear it." He turned to leave, but then turned back a few steps away from me. "I just don't want to be the person in those journals anymore."

   I nodded. "Okay," I said, glancing at his forehead instead of his eyes. "Fine. Don't be that person. Be who you want. I don't care, Stefan. I just... Just let me be there for you."

   "I need to be alone," he said. He stared at me for a couple of seconds, turned, and walked away. I stared at his back until he disappeared, until there was nothing left but cars and trees and the empty street. 

   I let out a sigh and walked back to the cemetery. When I passed a group of already drunken people, I grabbed a bottle of alcohol and walked to the Forbes crypt, mumbling to myself about how this day could have gone better. I stopped when I noticed a figure standing in front of the weeping angel, then let out a loud groan.

   "Why can't you leave me alone?" I asked with yet another groan.

   Silas chuckled. "I'm bored," he simply said as he shrugged his shoulders. "You're the only one not trying to kill me."

   "I'm holding back," I hummed, taking a drink from the bottle. "Can't you, like, leave?"

   "Why aren't you trying to kill me?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at me with amusement. 

   "Because you unkillable," I mumbled in a matter-of-fact tone. "And if I tried to kill you, I would be dead before I even tried." I put the bottle of alcohol down, and crossed my arms as I turned to him. "You're ruthless, annoying, and a bad person in general."

   He made a face and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not such a bad person."

   "You killed Bonnie's dad," I stated. "You're right, that doesn't make you a bad person; you're just plain evil. And what's your reason? A lost love."

   He let out a chuckle and glanced at the ground, shaking his head. When he looked up at me, there was a soft smirk on his lips, as if my words hadn't phased him. "We would all go to the ends of the world for love, Clara," he said, walking over to me. "I've been inside of your head, I know exactly what you would do for love." He was inches away from me, a smirk ridden on his face. "You would hurt, main, kill, and it wouldn't bother you."

   Out of nowhere, I lifted my arm up and threw a punch at his jaw. Before my fist could even connect to his jaw, Silas had pushed me against the wall and laughed. His hand held my fist over my head, his face inches from mine, and amusement decorating his eyes. His fingers danced against my wrist, so carefully and teasingly that it made me sick.

   "See, Clara, you and I are very much alike," he said, the finger from his free hand close to his lips. "Just like me, you would do whatever possible for the one you love. The question is: who do you love more, Stefan or Damon?"

   "You've been inside my head," I hissed, glaring at him. "You tell me."

   He chuckled. "I've been inside your head, but the problem is that I can't be in your head anymore. Thank Qetsiyah for that, or Tessa like she now likes to be called."

   I pulled away from him and huffed, standing at the other side of the mausoleum. "Why are you here?" I asked, feeling as if it was the tenth time I asked the same thing. 

   "I'm bored," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I have no where to go."

   "So, you decide to come to a cemetery," I said with a huff, crossing my arms in annoyance. "Normally, when someone is bored, they decide to go out to a bar."

   "Want to go to a bar with me?" he asked.

   I scoffed. "I'd like to go nowhere with you."

   He chuckled and grabbed the bottle of alcohol I dropped when he pushed me to the wall. He took a drink from it, made a face, then chuckled again as he took a look at the bottle. "This is disgusting," he said. "Back in my days, alcohol was jugs full of Phoenician wine."

   "Well, we're in the present," I mumbled, crossing my arms. "Not two-thousand years in the past."

   Silas took another drink, then looked at me with curiosity. "If you hate being with me so much, why aren't you going home?"

   I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't want to be in the same house as them," I said, referring to no one in particular. "I want a distraction."

    My distraction turned out to be Silas. It was out of nowhere, but I took anything that gave me the gentle distracting me from my thoughts. He kissed me, I kissed back. He ran his hands all over me, I took it as a chance to focus on that instead of my thoughts. But, as he kissed me, I imagined Stefan. Stefan with his memories; Stefan who had heard my confession that I wanted to tell him two months before. I hated Silas, and he hated me, but maybe we were this close because I looked like the woman he loved, and I was close to him because it was as if he were the Stefan that had his memories. 

   When morning came, I was woken up by my phone constantly ringing. I answered it while looking at my surroundings, noticing that I was still in the mausoleum, with a shirtless Silas besides me. At that moment, I immediately stood and marched out of the mausoleum while feeling disgusted at myself. I only stopped because of what the caller, who turned out to be Elena, said. 

   "Clara, Bonnie's..." She let out a sniff, and then she began to cry. "She's dead."

   "What?" I couldn't believe her words, so I stood still and let my eyes lose their focus. "What-what do you mean?"

   "We're at the cemetery," she said as she took another sniff. "That big stump. Please, come."

   I ran to where they were, arriving just when Jeremy was coming in with a picture frame in his hand. He laid it on the stump, then took several steps back. The frame was a picture of Bonnie, smiling, so happily and alive. I took a step back and shook my head, almost stumbling against someone. When I turned my head back, it was Damon who held me by the shoulders. Just like everyone else, he looked sad. 

   Caroline approached the stump first, and laid black and red pom poms on top. Matt was next, laying a lifeguard whistle next to the pom poms. Elena walked up to the stump and scattered white feathers around it, sniffing, appearing strong. She backed out, crying, and Caroline hugged her tightly. Damon was next, laying her grimoire on the stump. He stepped besides me and brought his arm around my shoulders, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

   "I..." I began to mumble, my voice breaking. "I didn't bring anything..." I spoke soft, just low enough for Damon to hear. He squeezed my shoulder again. 

   Jeremy walked up to the stump and grabbed a bell that was laying there. "We ring this bell in honour of Bonnie, n remembrance of her" he said as he rang the bell a few times, then laid it back on the stump. "I'm not sure what else to say..." He glanced to his side, as if there was a person standing there. He nodded, then looked back at us. "She says that she's not going anywhere, that she has been here all along. Bonnie has watched you have the summer of your lives." He first looked at Elena, repeating words that were told by the ghost that stood besides him.

   Jeremy moved to each person, repeating words and giving us pained smiles. From Elena, he moved to Caroline. The careful words made her cry, and then laugh, and then hug Tyler, who had appeared out of nowhere.

   At the end of it, Jeremy stood in front of me. I could imagine Bonnie standing next to him, a small smile on her lips as she said words of encouragement and tried her hardest to save everyone. For a moment, I wanted to reach out to the empty spot and give it a hug, just so she could see that I was hugging her. What surprised me most was that I wasn't close to her, we weren't the best of friends, but she had somehow carved her way into my heart and made me care for her as if she were one of my best friends.

   "Clara," Jeremy said, softly. I looked away from the empty spot and towards him. "Don't destroy yourself for the sake of others. You didn't do anything wrong, you just like to extend yourself towards where everyone has a little bit of you. And, they already do. So, take a breather, and maybe some time for yourself, because you don't have to be there for everyone."

   I let out a laugh, a mixture of what seemed to be happiness and the extreme sadness that surged through. The laugh slowly turned into a cry, a frown, to the point where I covered my eyes with my forearm and bit my lip so I would stay quiet. An arm over my shoulders pulled me to the owner. I let myself rest against their chest, and let the tears fall freely while I still covered my face.

   Mistake after mistake, it was as if it was everything that was happening lately. I wanted nothing but for time to rewind two months back, then stop, just so we could all have a moment of happiness.