It's raining outside, heavy droplets hit the window and cause my reflection to cry. A week has passed since I died, I haven't talked to anyone about it in a few days. After I was resuscitated Klaus and I talked about it, about what he had to do. I know he didn't kiss me by choice but still. He didn't seem fazed by it, if anything he didn't really talk about it at all. He just accepted it and moved on, he's probably forgotten about it.
"Cami?" I turn away from the window to see Damon at the door. "We are all down stairs discussing strategy if you want to join us?" I smile and nod.
"I'll be down in a tick." He nods and closes the door behind him. I walk over to the dresser and rifle through the clothes that are in there. They don't belong to me, most of mine are in a different house. The dresser is filled with the clothes that Elena was kind enough to lend me. I'm staying in the Salvatore house with Elena and Damon, Bonnie is here most nights with Caroline. It was a unanimous decision that I should not stay with the Mikaelsons as they were a larger target than the Salavatores. Klaus didn't seem to object which I thought was strange, he's usually over protective. He has been acting strange all week. Distancing himself from me, it's odd, you'd think me almost dying would bring us closer and the fact that technically we kissed. But then again, it wasn't a big deal to him. I run a brush through my hair and slip on a jersey from the drawer, it's grey and woolly and smells like Damon. It's weird isn't it? After living with someone for a week you are ready attuned to their smell. I open the door and slowly make my way down the stairs, I can move faster now, it's funny how dying can do that.
