𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 12:𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎

Almost three years had passed since I had said goodbye to Stefan, since everything had been all messed up. It brought a small smile to my lips to think how far I had come, how much I was able to feel now and still be in full control of my emotions. I had done what had been asked for me in these few years and I had managed to go back home to Bulgaria and find out that my daughter, Nadia, had been taken in by a nice family and she had grown into a beautiful smart young women. The knowledge of this made me happy. I was glad she to know that she had been given the best opportunities in life even if they weren't from me. Everything had somehow fallen into place except one thing; there was still no sign of Stefan. I had no idea what Stefan had been doing with his time or who he had been spending time with, all I could have was hope that he stuck by his promise.

After driving around endlessly with no hope inside me after I left Mystic Falls behind, I decided to trace my entire life all over again. I wanted to relive my life, travel the world and find out travel so I could think about everything in my life. Of course, I knew that eventually I would be heading back to Mystic Falls if I did that but it wouldn't be for a while. There was so many things and so many places that I been before I had arrived in Mystic Falls for the first time in 1864.

After 6 months I left Bulgaria comforted by the knowledge of my daughter and finally managed to control the odd emotion here and there. Then I left for England, spending another few months there before leaving for America once again. I started my journey by travelling through France and Germany before then catching my flight back to America. By the time I landed back in America, a year and half had almost passed and I had control over my emotions for the most part. It was only when they were incredibly intense did I struggle with them.

Now here I was a year and a half later with perfect control over my emotions and I hadn't killed anyone since I had come back home. It felt good. I felt good. I had just arrived in a small town just outside of Atlanta and was unpacking what little luggage I had carried on my journey. It wasn't out of choice that I had so little belongings it was just when I was running from Klaus it wasn't practical. I expected to move from place to place at a moment's notice if it required me to do so.

The room was small and simple but it was what I needed. The colour scheme was basic; cream and black with patterned curtains. As soon as you walked in there was one bed facing a TV that was polished, a remote resting by its side and a hair dryer stuck to the old mahogany dresser. There was a small oak door that didn't match the rest room that led to what I could only assume was the bathroom. My clothes were thrown on the bed next to my black travel bag.

"Okay, alcohol." I nodded before taking a deep breath and walking out of the room.

The sun was beating down on my skin as soon as I walked through the doors and I was thankful that I had left my jacket up in my room. My hand clutched at the railing as I walked down the steps to the bottom floor and hopefully to the nearest store. There were hardly any clouds in the air and the smell of freshly cut grass drifted in the air. Summer was on its way, the thought brought a smile to my face. Perhaps this would be the summer where Stefan would find me again. Maybe he would come back to me this time.

"Finally," a voice declared from the courtyard. "I was starting to think you didn't want to be found."
My heart froze. My hands held on tighter on to the railing in fear that I might fall down the rest of the steps and land in tangled heap in front of him.

"I was expecting at least a smile when I found you," He said, a nervous grin on his face. "I understand if you didn't do what we agreed, if you don't want..."