Inconceivable: A Stefan Salvatore Love Story

Chapter 4

Dear Diary,

I arrived two days ago and there are still so many suitcases I have yet to touch.

To be completely honest, I have been avoiding the task.

It feels great to be back home where everything is familiar and branded into memory.

Caroline and Bonnie haven't change a bit. But I have.

I am not the same bubbly, care-free social butterfly that I once was.

The wounds of mourning and loss have mended, yet something is missing.

There is a gap in the center of my heart that I do not know how to fill.

Till this moment, I have failed to notice it. Perhaps its been there all along.

How long will it be before I discover my missing puzzle piece?

_ Odette

I closed my journal and slid it under the bed.

I chucked off my clothes and traded them for PJ's.

My body surrender to sleep the second it hit the bed.

Dream

Visions of crimson and ghostly black paint the baleful skies.

Prodigious flames rapidly consume the holy structure of the church.

Screams ring out from the murky distance.

Adversity labels the scene, death and animosity following.

Men dressed in Victorian garb rush to finish an ominous task.

"Over there, hurry!", someone shouts above all of the chaos.

Several bolt off to the direction called, blazing torches and stakes in hand.

Gun shots fire across the clearing, slaying two young innocent men.

This is not war, it is murder.

Short, I know.

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