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❝ my brother is dead. ❞
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IN THE WAKE OF TRAGEDY, NOTHING IS IN DOUBT AND EVERYONES DESTINY IS KNOWN. That makes for tranquility. There is a sort of fellow-feeling among characters in tragedy; those who kill are as innocent as innocent as those who get killed. It is all a matter of what part you are playing. Tragedy is restful and the reason is that hope—the foul, deceitful thing—has no part in it. There isn't any hope. You are trapped. The whole sky has fallen on you and all you can do about it is scream.
"So are you and Klaus . . . " Caroline trailed off.
"I don't know what we are," Enola confessed.
Caroline and Enola were on their hands and knees, scrubbing away at the charred mark Kol had left behind. They hadn't heard from their friends since yesterday and with no further instructions on what to do, they decided to busy themselves with cleaning up. A dead body had been decaying on the floor for two whole days. They couldn't leave it there forever.
"But you love him," Caroline continued.
"Where is this coming from?" Enola frowned.
"You do love him," Caroline grinned.
"I—It doesn't matter," Enola stuttered. "It's not like we can be together."
"Why not?" Caroline wondered.
"Because I am supposed to hate him. Because I am going to grow old one day while he stays the same. Because I am still trying to find out what I want and he already knows." Enola explained. Caroline frowned. "I thought you hated him."
"But I love you," Caroline smiled softly. "And you deserve to be happy. Even if it is with Klaus."
"My brother just killed his brother," Enola pointed out.
"Yeah, but—" Caroline was interrupted by the front door suddenly swinging open.
"Finally! We were trying to clean the burn mark where Kol—" Enola froze, eyes the size of saucers. Elena stood in front of Stefan who was cradling a dead body covered by a thin sheet. "Who is it?"
"Enola—"
"Who is it?" Enola repeated.
Elena stepped back as Enola approached Stefan. She raised a shaky hand before slowly removing the sheet. Her heart nearly gave out of the sight before her. She wasn't sure what to expect, but this certainly was not it. Jeremy was dead. Her brother was dead.
