'love?' when you live as long I have, 'love' is a surprisingly rare occurrence, something that many would have given up on. Yet, as I look into the eyes of the man in front of me - his innocent blue eyes filled with hope of what life holds and fear...
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It's always gonna be Stefan.
Locker Room
Damon sat alone on the cold, unforgiving floor, his back pressed against the unyielding wall, his fingers trembling slightly as he dialed his brother's number. Each ring of the phone echoed through the empty room, a somber prelude to the conversation that would follow. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Stefan's voice crackled through the line, distant and distorted.
"Damon," Stefan's voice carried a weight, a heaviness that mirrored the burden they both bore. It was a voice accustomed to tragedy, to loss, but one that remained resolute in the face of adversity.
"Bad news, brother," Damon's words hung in the air, a stark declaration of the reality they now faced. The weight of Klaus's demise bore down on him, each syllable a reminder of the irrevocable loss they had suffered.
Stefan's response was measured, his tone calm despite the chaos that threatened to engulf them. "What happened?"
Damon's voice cracked with emotion as he relayed the events that had unfolded, each word heavy with sorrow and regret. "Alaric staked Klaus. He's dead."
A heavy silence settled between them, the weight of their grief palpable even through the static of the phone line. They were warriors, soldiers in a never-ending battle against darkness, but even they were not immune to the pain of loss.
"I feel okay," he said, his voice betraying none of the turmoil that surely raged within him. It was a testament to his resilience, his ability to remain steadfast in the midst of chaos.
"Do you feel anything?" Stefan's concern was palpable, a thread of worry woven into his words as he sought to gauge Damon's reaction. "yeah" Damon's response was devoid of emotion, his voice flat and hollow as he grappled with the emptiness that now consumed him.
"It took Sage about an hour before she got sick," Stefan's words cut through the silence, a grim reminder of the danger they now faced. The uncertainty of their fate hung heavy in the air, a looming specter that refused to be ignored.
"Yeah, or Klaus was lying about being the sire of our bloodline," Damon's bitterness was evident, his words tinged with resentment as he confronted the betrayal that had brought them to this point. It was a bitter truth, a painful acknowledgment of the lies that had led them astray.
As the conversation drew to a close, a sense of foreboding settled over Damon, a dark cloud that cast a shadow over their uncertain future. In the silence that followed, he couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay buried beneath the surface, waiting to be unearthed.
The weight of their words hung in the air, heavy and oppressive, as if the very atmosphere itself bore witness to their turmoil. Each syllable carried with it a sense of unease, a reminder of the perilous path they now tread.
