𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

"➏➍" : ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜʟ

Sorry for yesterday's craziness!

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"Rose! Rose, where are you? Rose!" Damon yelled into the microphone as I rushed outside to find him on the centre stage, a bottle of bourbon in his hands.

I strode towards him, once again disappointed by his reckless behaviour. He just smirked at me, taking off his suit jacket and throwing it aside. I walked in front of him, staring him dead in the eyes. There was no shame, no guilt in them, instead, he was enjoying doing this. Anger burned in my chest.

I took his hand, about to walk away with him but he yanked it from my grasp, grabbing my arms instead, a dangerous look in his eyes. "Oh, no, no. You're not getting away this time," He told me, gritting his teeth.

"Away with what?" I asked him, confusion lacing my mind. "Tell me, Damon. Away with wh-"

I stopped midway, my whole body freezing as Damon stepped aside, revealing Stefan behind him. His body laid on the floor, empty eyes staring up at the sky, his heart ripped out of his chest. I glanced at Damon, searching for answers, anything that could explain what I was seeing before me. It was all some kind of a sick prank, right? Stefan and I had talked just an hour ago. This wasn't real. He was playing games with me, he must be!

"Okay, Stefan," I chuckled. "You can get up now. I know it's all a prank," I mused but he didn't move, my smile faltering a little. "Stefan? Stefie? This isn't funny, Stefan!" I yelled at him, voice quavering as I kneeled in front of him.

I placed my shaking hand on his chest, examining the hollow wound. A shiver ran down my spine, my heart rate accelerating so quickly that I feared my heart would explode out of my chest.

Staring into his lifeless hazel eyes, I hoped for it all to be a big, fat lie but the tears spilling out of my eyes told me otherwise. Somewhere inside my mind, I knew he wasn't going to wake up and comfort me. His ever-glowing aura was fading away slowly. I stroked his face, clutching him in my arms. Seeing him like that, all I could do was wonder how a world without Stefan would be, horror and fear consuming me at the mere thought. The same old, perhaps but not for me, never for me. Never. It was the last thing I ever said to him. How ironic was that?

"Get up!" Damon told me coldly. Before I could revolt, he took Stefan from my arms forcefully.

He had lost his brother whom he loved very much and he was hurting but he had never been so cold towards me. His eyes said it all. He hated me with a passion and held me responsible for Stefan's death, but why?

He gripped my arms roughly. "Damon," I struggled in his hold, his fingers digging into my skin. "You're hurting me," I stated.

"Am I now?" He snickered. "Not more than you've hurt me, Rose. Not more than you've hurt him,"