What would happen if Caroline knew about vampires way before the Salvatore brothers come to Mystic Falls?
ᴅᴀᴍᴏɴ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴡ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴄᴇʟʟꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ?
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Two days had passed since Caroline received that heart-wrenching call from Bonnie. She had rushed back from McKinley to Mystic Falls to be by her friend's side. Her visit with friends was now a distant memory, a stark contrast to the laughter and banter of that night at Scull's bar.
Caroline found herself alone in her childhood bedroom, the familiar surroundings offering little solace. The light from the rising sun filtered through the partially closed blinds, casting long shadows across the room. She sat on the edge of her bed, her phone in hand. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her, like an oppressive cloud that refused to dissipate. Her thumb hovered over Bonnie's contact, a torrent of emotions swirling within her.
Her heart ached for Bonnie. Caroline had never experienced the loss of a loved one herself, but she knew the pain ran deep. Her own family had been torn apart by a messy divorce, and the scars of that ordeal still lingered. She understood the power of loss, the way it penetrated every aspect of one's life. And the thought of Bonnie, her strong and resilient friend, enduring such a tragedy was almost too much to bear.
Caroline's thoughts drifted back to the past two days. She had been there for Bonnie, her presence a comforting shoulder to lean on. She had held her friend as she cried, whispered words of solace, and tried to offer any support she could. But despite her efforts, she couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of helplessness. Bonnie's grief was a storm that threatened to consume them both, and Caroline was desperate to find a way to ease her friend's pain.
The funeral had been a somber affair, filled with tear-stained faces and heavy hearts. As Caroline watched Bonnie say her final goodbyes to her beloved grandmother, she couldn't help but reflect on the fragility of life. It was a stark reminder that even in a town like Mystic Falls, where now supernatural forces and danger loomed, tragedy could strike at any moment, in the midst of a seemingly ordinary life.
Caroline knew that Bonnie was going through a lot, and she couldn't begin to fathom the depth of her pain. The vibrant spirit she had always admired seemed dimmed, replaced by a somber shadow. She decided to send a text message instead, a message of support and love, a reminder that she was just a call or text away if Bonnie needed anything. She carefully crafted each word, hoping to convey a sense of warmth and reassurance, a lifeline in this sea of grief.
With a deep sigh, Caroline typed out her message and hit send. The message vanished into the digital abyss, leaving behind a seemingly empty void. She hoped it would bring some comfort to Bonnie, even from a distance. Then, she leaned back against her pillows, gazing at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts. She wondered how they (more like her friend), would navigate this new chapter of their lives, one filled with loss and grief. The uncertainty weighed heavily on her mind, but she refused to let her worries paralyze her. She would be there for Bonnie, now and always, ready to offer unwavering friendship and support.
Caroline's phone remained on her nightstand, its screen casting a faint glow in the dim room. It stood as a silent promise, a symbol of their unbreakable bond and the unknown shadows of loss that now hung over their lives.
