Cassiopeia Forbes has spent years distancing herself from Mystic Falls-a town steeped in memories of her younger sister, Caroline, and the mother she never truly connected with. Leaving at just nine year old to live with her father, Cassie vowed nev...
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Days had passed since Stefan left with Klaus. I had been anxiously trying to contact him, but there was no response. Even my attempts to reach Klaus were met with silence. The uncertainty was maddening. I had taken a job at the historical society to keep myself occupied. My mom knew about Caroline and had come to accept her as a part of our lives. She also knew about my witch abilities, though I kept the details to myself. I hoped Stefan had kept my Starweaver identity a secret from Klaus.
Today was Elena’s birthday, and Caroline had organized a small party. Or so I thought. The event had turned into a massive gathering with the whole city in attendance. Damon and Alaric had gone off to check on a lead Mom had given them, leaving me with a mountain of work from Carol. I was swamped with tasks, and she even asked me about my father’s whereabouts, which only added to my stress.
I managed to finish everything and went home to freshen up before heading to Elena’s party. As I arrived, I was struck by the sheer scale of it. Elena had wanted something simple, but it felt anything but. Amid the crowd, I spotted Damon making his way toward his room. I followed him quietly, curiosity gnawing at me.
Once inside, I heard Elena and Damon discussing Stefan. The conversation was tense, and I could sense the frustration and pain in Damon’s voice. I waited for him to come out, feeling a mixture of apprehension and determination.
When Damon emerged from his room, he looked troubled.
“What was that?” I asked, stepping in front of him.
“Come with me,” Damon said, grabbing my arm with urgency.
He led me out of the party and straight to the Salvatore house. The drive was filled with a heavy silence, and I could sense Damon’s frustration building. Once we arrived, he explained everything, from the farmhouse incident to the fallout with Andie. The weight of his words hit me hard.
“I’m sorry, Damon,” I said, my voice filled with empathy.
Damon stormed into Stefan’s room, his anger palpable as he began to break things. The sight of him in such turmoil was heartbreaking. I followed him, trying to offer comfort.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” I said, pushing him gently until he turned towards me.
“We lost him, Cassie,” Damon’s voice cracked, his pain evident.
“No, Damon, look at me,” I urged, placing my hands on his shoulders. “I don’t give up on him, and I’m not giving up on you, either.”
Damon’s expression was one of deep despair. “He turned it off.”
“We can get him back,” I said firmly, trying to instill some hope into his broken spirit.
I moved closer and sat down on the floor, pulling Damon into a hug. He laid his head on my chest, and I held him close, trying to offer comfort. I could feel the weight of his sorrow, and I knew that while words might not be enough, being there for him was crucial.
