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you put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray

Who: Damon Salvatore, Caroline Forbes and Katherine Pierce separately
Where: Caroline's house; Damon, Stefan's, and Katherine's
When: The night of the 1st and the next morning
What: Reeling, Damon pays another new arrival his very own visit, before tucking his tail between his legs and returning "home."
Warnings: As always, Damon is his own walking warning.

and you come away with a great little story ..

[ Misery loves company. It's the old adage Damon's abided by in the past, but instead of finding some unsuspecting victim, sleeping with the wrong girl, or generally setting fire to his life, he chooses the dark reaches of his and Stefan's office. and his memories, both fabricated and real. He would rage against the machine, were there something corporeal to rage against, and Stefan beat him to defacing their camera with grease.

It's a call from Stefan which alters his plan, instead, taking the bottle to another house, the address familiar enough that he hoofs it on foot, as if he has all his life? The war inside him isn't something he can discuss around cameras, not according to the rules. But, he plans on a little known tactic should Caroline want to discuss what's really going on. Damon can do either, really, he's spoken in half truths for weeks now. It's something he's gotten very good at

He gets the gist from Stefan, Caroline's memory is situated squarely on Stefan, it sounds like, and what's really surprising about that? Without Caroline knowing, they both lost out on one of their best friends (his, definitely, not including Bonnie) and he feels like sharing. He's trying healthier coping methods. When you burn your girlfriend's body in her coffin, there really is nowhere to go but up. (It wasn't her, but he spent weeks thinking it was.)

He also owes it to Elena (and Stefan) to check in on Caroline. She may not know it, but she just gave birth. That's taxing for a human, throw in twin siphons and she must be uncharacteristically exhausted. He makes sure to grab something else for his back pocket, something that he knows she'll need, anyway, once the booze runs out.

God, he hopes she has booze. ]

.. and I stood there loving you and wished them all away

Any desire to see things through with Katherine is quashed when that memory crops up, memory of a high school he's never attended with a girl who's well past eighteen. The last thing he needs is a conflicting memory hazing over what conflicting feelings he already has about Katherine here. Stefan can take care of her, answer questions and help her to the sheriff's should she need it. With the guilt over Elena he'd been carrying around this tips him over the edge into 'can't do it' territory which pushes him back to the bottle.

His brief foray into a strange mixture of guilt and misplaced hatred ends early thanks to Stefan's call.

He doesn't go back to his and Stefan's (and apparently, Katherine's, of course she lives there, too, maybe she's a co-owner of their auto body shop) until the morning.

If there's one thing he needs to do, it's separate the two in his mind. This scared, confused and attacked Katherine he and Stefan encountered and unmasked is a far cry from the manipulative, self-serving serpent they know and loathe. So, while he hadn't overstepped with his sun behind the curtain act, he knew it'd stung and confused her further. It was cruel to leave her alone after that, but he figures Stefan probably explained in even the barest of terms. In truth, he thought he'd fully dealt with what Katherine had done to Elena. The rocky patch in their relationship smoothed over, despite her several month joyride and gift she'd left them in the form of Dr. Wes Maxwell's vampire-feeding serum. It's no surprise this still chafes, that even now Katherine gets the last laugh because she doesn't know who she is.

He fights with himself, debating whether talking to her before these two weeks is up is worth it. She'll remember who she is, and how she's a vampire again (maybe because she'd died when in Elena's body, and a vampire), and maybe she'll apologize and claim insanity, or the deep, ceded love of his brother. For now, the girl in Stefan's bed (Stefan's a gentleman, he gave her his bedroom, he knows this) isn't the girl who stole someone's body, or their life.

Not deliberately this time.

He knows he also needs to go home. Caroline isn't his friend, not really, though he wonders if this may have forged something uncharted between the two of them. Exigent circumstances not unlike being cooped up with Bonnie for months on end developing true affection for her.

With nothing else in hand but another bottle of bourbon he acquired early in the morning, what he has in his possession can't be bought. If Katherine wants, he'll share a memory of her. Yes, as an excuse for, this is why he reacted as strongly as he did, but also to give her even a piece to the puzzle that is Katherine Pierce. If only he and Stefan had had the knowledge, or the opportunity.

Turning the key in the lock of his front door, he steps into the house, setting down the booze to lean over and start to unlace his boot. Halfway through he stops and stands up again.

"Not doing that," he says, shaking his head, having never been a person to just take his shoes off when coming inside. He's not that polite guy. But, he does roll his eyes moving further into the house and kicking one off by the couch, moving for his second because he wouldn't be even, all the while keeping an eye out for Kathlena. ]

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[ She's trying to be nice! Is it working?

A glass for herself is poured, and her eyes are locked on him if not purely because she's still mentally reaching out to her surroundings, Damon a part of them, to try settling herself. Truthfully, it's not working that well. To center, anyhow. Staring down over the glass through a furrowing brow with what he says, she still lifts it to her lips to take a slow, easy drink. Focusing on the bourbon itself. Warmth that may just be cutting away at the displacement she can't shake. It goes down smoothly, and lookie there, she does like it. Another smile, brows popping, a shoulder rising, in approval.

She takes a longer drink. ] What's vervain? [ She sure sounds like Katherine as she asks that, skeptical as can be. ]

[ Only because she's being nice, and isn't that a foreign concept when it come to Katherine Pierce.

Damon takes a sip of his own, or more like a longer gulp. ] Substance we do not want to come into contact with. Debilitating. Weakening. Altogether avoidable. Do you like?

[ Maybe it'll start to fade even before her memories are back: only time will tell.

She can't help but stare; she's glad he came back, sooner than someone who was probably as upset as he was/is might have. Her head tilts when he answers the question, trying to remember this substance. She can't. Oh well.

Lips pursing out a teeny bit, her head tilts back the other way as she answers. ] Even with all the drama [ impersonations, past and present -- trivializing it, but not purposefully ] you do know me, don't you? [ Well, he sure thinks he does. Another smile, a light laugh that nearly lilts up into Katherine's usual register. ] I do like. Was it easy to come by? [ She's remembered that compulsion exists. Did you buy this liquor, Damon? ]

I think it's clear all that drama came from knowing. you. Real you, not -- [ All this.

Another laugh, and at that, a lightened tone. But, still, with that air of Katherine Pierce he could see from a mile away. (When the curtain hasn't been obscuring him.) And then, sure enough, she creeps back out. ] For some. But, I have an in. [ And by that he means, hey, he's apparently been here before. So. Also, maybe compulsion has been involved. ] Your wildly accurate alcoholism isn't the only reason I came back today. [ He says it casually, despite all that it indicates.

His hand reaching out and taking hers, the free hand not holding the glass doesn't say 'casual' either.

But, should she take it the wrong way, the next time she opens her eyes, she'll be standing with him in the foyer of the Salvatore mansion.

To the cameras, Damon is taking a moment, a deep eye contac-filled moment with the girl who resembles the girl he loves, but in reality, he's crept into her head (more like bombarded), taken up residence and fed her vivid memories of the Salvatore Boarding house away from prying, scheming eyes. ]

[ She turns a questioning gaze on him. She can't control what she knows and doesn't know, jeez. Either way, the booze is nice, so she focuses on it, and that Damon hasn't left. Does she always care this much about Damon, his whereabouts? ]

Do you? Must be nice to have connections. [ She has some, drastically lessened in scale only to herself, with the brothers, no? Katherine's lips start to press together and stop at the notion of her being an alcoholic. Is she? She takes another long drink -- if she is, so be it. ] This stuff's good. [ The glass lowers as Damon reaches out, her lips parting in surprise. Written over her features is a girl taken aback, chest growing tight as she begins to slide her fingers against his.

Then, it happens, and she gasps out, looking over at him blankly until it flourishes into horror, then confusion as she starts a slow circle in the foyer she does not recognize. Still looking away from him, she starts ] What's going on? [ Then, looking over. ] You're...doing this? Aren't you? [ There's gotta be more to vampires than what she knows. ] Where -- are we?

You'll have them in no time. [ The connections, should she need them. They're tricks Katherine Pierce uses far more than Damon does. He's speaking to the vampire that compelled herself a town of friends. ] No. It pales in comparison, but it does its job in a pinch.

[ He knows she's giving her a very mixed signal, but it's all for this express purpose. He stands there, letting her get the lay of the land. Not, blinking an eye, as if this is something he's done several times over his lifetime. ]

Welcome to The Salvatore Boarding house - well, a crystal clear, picture perfect memory of the Boarding House. I'm in your mind. With mind compulsion comes mind manipulation. [ He turns. ] So, here we are, the stage for many a Salvatore squabble. And you were in here a few times, amicably once or twice. [ Maybe more. But, he knows she has questions. ] It's a thing we vampires do. Creep inside your mind, maybe while you're dreaming, sometimes for some vampires we do it as an act of compassion - [ He with Rose, or Stefan with Caroline and her mother. ] Stefan and I have been using it, shall we say unconventionally.

[ Since he's inside his mind, however, he has access to better bourbon, so don't mind him, Katherine, he's going to go over and help himself. He pulls the top off the decanter and pours himself a glass, bringing it up. ]

Cameras can't capture me inside your head. [ A beat, a smirk. ] INXS. [ A sliver of the humanity in him, a fan of rock and roll before he takes a long gulp, downing the contents of his glass, shrugging and setting the glass back down. ]

You've probably caught the signs that are plastered everywhere. The rules. Well, this isn't breaking those rules. Not technically.

[ Does Damon always come with a dash of vitriol that looms? That tries to shadow over what she recalls feeling from him when she was still playing the part of Elena. All that kinder sincerity swept away when the truth was revealed, and she can't help but wonder who all he really is. Her brows rise in silent inquisitiveness when he corrects her; is there really a right answer in what tastes good to her? Not that it matters nearly as much as what transpires next.

Boarding house. Awareness registers at compulsion, but her forehead creases at manipulation. It's a clear enough answer though, one that he expounds upon. Standing still, watching as he heads over to pour himself a glass, she speaks. ] I remember compulsion. But, not this. [ A beat. ] Do I do this? [ Another set of sweeping glances all around before she starts over toward where the bourbon is, giving the cabinet a glance, coming in almost shoulder to shoulder with Damon. No attempt at putting herself intimately closer, but it's an action that feels natural.

Giving him a wondering gaze at the band name that she can't know, the word(s) sounds like a slightly deranged comment with the pronunciation of it (in excess of what?), her lips part as the empty glass hits wood. He goes on, reminding her there are more important discussions to be had.

Her upper body shifts just so, putting herself slightly farther away, enough to really look at him from the side. ] How could I miss them. Like you said -- everywhere.

You brought me here so we could talk without anyone listening? [ Her brows pop briefly. Only then does she look down over the bourbon, moving to pour herself a glass too. If they're in a dream, well mind manipulation, anything material's fair game. Drawing it up to her lips, she takes a slow drink, nodding as she lowers it, keeping the glass in hand. ] Unless you can make this taste better from some vampire trick [ ha ha ], then you're right. What you brought over isn't as good as it could be. [ She sighs quietly, looking around, voice falling into a casual if not heavier tone. ] I'm not sure what all I should say, Damon. If knowing much more than what I've found out already from you and Stefan could really make anything feel normal. Settled. Or, if it's not worth it, if I'll remember what I should eventually. Since you both did.

[ Another drink. A subtle sigh. Her eyes slide away. ] I'm...sorry, that we both thought I was Elena. [ Red alert: here are moments that may never happen again. ] No one deserves to have who they love be used as a way to hurt them, intentionally or not. [ Is this happening? She's said it all to the bourbon, a word or two to the floor. ] I can't remember if I'm even the sort of person to apologize or not [ a bitter chuckle ], but I am sure of one thing -- I think we both would've rather it gone differently. My showing up here. [ She finally looks at him again, taking another sip before she inhales slowly. ]

[ He used to. It used to be burned into him. He was bravado and not giving af, but, he always cared underneath the surface. It was his brother's humanity that was precariously perched. ]

You do this. We all do this. For one reason or another.

[ And now her Katherine is coming out, questioning, the attitude. This is more like it. ]

She got it in one. [ That's impressive. He's heading away now, moving over to the pool table she wouldn't recognize as Katherine anyway , because he acquired it after she died. His lips come together in a subtle considering way, shoulders rising. He could make it taste better if he wanted.

Picking up a cue, pointing it at her ]

It's not about feeling normal, Katherine, it's about a safe space where we can all talk about whatever the hell is going on out there. [ He keeps back 'how none of this might not be real' because this could be a part of that, with Katherine a vampire again to boot. Stefan's tossed the idea of the Phoenix stone, but than whose hell would this be, they've both been through that. And Damon's wondered if this is Rayna's idea of a distraction. Incapacitate them while she hunts. Or, him so he can't save his brother.

Or do anything else he was planning.

She apologizes and it's not something he can even imagine coming out of Katherine's mouth, much less has ever heard it. He brings the pool cue up, vertically, listening to this foreign creature. ]

I think you're right.

[ He's not apologizing. He can't apologize. He did something that was necessary. She wouldn't have known. She wouldn't have dropped her act. But, he is also a man capable of compassion, so he decides not to tell her that's exactly what she's done in the past.

He'd like nothing more than to jam the cue in his hand into Katherine's heart - over and over again, but not this Katherine. Not like this.

Not yet.

So, he sets it down. ]

Apology accepted. Now, how about we do something about your memory block. Now, I can't get past whatever's happening, and Stefan can't either but what I can do is share. Sure, I can set the scene, but I can also share a memory - of you

[ another beat. ]

...if you want it.

[ Her head nods to the side slightly in acknowledgment. Also good to know, and maybe she's already planning on giving this mind manipulation a try when she finds an opportunity.

For now...she's taking in what he says. A smile, smug and more so than she means for it to be, at her being so perceptive. Sipping at her bourbon, watching as he moves, she gives a languid nod over how he makes an amend to her statements. A safe spot -- they could use that.

After the apology (sincere to herself) and once he replies, she sighs in quiet relief. Acknowledging it rather than being outright dismissive, that's good. She goes over toward the pool table, settling in on the side opposite of Damon. After all, she isn't trying to be clingy. A return apology? Not something she expected, so she doesn't miss that one can't rise.

She can't know what all is going through his head, just that she doesn't know everything about herself. That she's not his favorite person, despite how he touched and treated her yesterday. When she pretended to be someone she isn't. Seemingly playing a card in the deck she regularly keeps. Katherine can't know what all it's comprised of.

She starts to smile, small and unassuming and not her, when he accepts the apology. Curious, her head cants, staring at him as he lists of the facts of the situation. Then that offer. Her brows knit for a second before she nods. ]

I do want. I need to see more, about me. Us. I -- remembered that I turned you and Stefan into vampires, however that works, but there's nothing else. [ She starts to take steps, watching him as she goes. ] I don't know how this works. Do we have to be close or do you just... [ She stops as she suggests that, brows rising, one hand running along the top edge of the pool table. ]

It depends. In here, it doesn't matter. Out there, if anybody comes by, we're having quite the staring contest.

[ He leans over, does his eye thing before turning and heading out to the front door. ]

Come on, lots to see. [ Were she to follow, and he knows she will, he takes her out of the boarding house, but where there's usually an expansive lawn, they've stepped out into a sunny day, one in 1864. He ushers her down the steps of his childhood home, looming over them as a carriage rounds their front drive. He does stay to the side, but gives Katherine a good view of herself emerging from the carriage. ]

[ She starts to grin at that, starting to laugh. Breathier, deeper. Amused. Katherine. It's not at all bad that she wants to know her full history (anyone would), and the longer she's around Damon with him not being lovey dovey all over her as Elena, the more she likes him. He seems fun. Hot. Maybe those are two of the reasons she ever gravitated toward him -- which she feels has been a thing, especially if she turned him into a vampire. It seems like a pretty big life choice.

Oh how she follows, with a confident stride. Stepping out, her eyes wander until they catch sight of the carriage. Hair falling down over her shoulder as her head tilts, she peers over at herself. The dress, the fashion statements, the hair. Is this a new level of vanity, staring so much at a projection of yourself from the past?

She's silent for several seconds, working to listen out to what 'she' might be saying. ] What year is this? [ You can't take logic away from a person (there's a carriage, plus the clothes, so it's not the decade they're currently in), though she can't place it. ] And -- you remember this? This is something you saw?

Eighteen hundred sixty-four. [ And as if on cue, Stefan and Damon, human emerge to greet the carriage. ]

[ Katherine's out of place. Literally. At first, she recoils slightly from the brothers stepping into view, taking steps closer to Damon. Until, she immediately steps out, walking down a pathway, staring over at the scene at the carriage. ] Is this...we... [ well, she's listening ] -- when we first met.

Why was I here? [ Asked without making eye contact. A few beats. ] This is where you lived, when you were still human. [ Pieces locking together. ]

That's a long and complicated drawn-out story that even I don't completely understand, but you say you're here under the guise of losing your family to a fire in Atlanta. You're an orphan, you see. [ He steps up next to her, watching the scene before her, whispering in her ear. ] That wasn't a lie, by the way.

[ It's these little moments, the twist of the knife he can't help, knowing she'll probably regain these memories in due time. ]

[ She can't look away from the scene, wanting to catch every second of it. Each moment, any minute mannerism. Words tossed out, shared between people so obviously of a different time, even in speech. Still, she listens to Damon too, spine straightening when he moves in incredibly close. Really, too, if he and Stefan have told the truth, she'll regain memories of this, everything else.

Absorbing what he says, not moving, it's when he adds in that last part that her head turns enough to cast a look his way. Still, not shifting away, no matter how close they are. ] I'm an orphan? So. You know -- what? All about my past, except all of the details on what my deal was when we first met? [ It's not that she's defensive or cynical, but how else was she meant to take that? Mostly, she wants to know more. Obviously. ]

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You're not an honest woman, Katherine. [ But, he did promise to help, didn't he. ] Fine. [ The the sun lowers as the brothers lead Lady Katherine into the house, leaving Katherine and Stefan to themselves. ]

You're on the run. We don't and won't know that for over a hundred years. Katerina Petrova was born in Bulgaria. She had a child out of wedlock and had to give up her baby. She fell in with the wrong crowd, the most powerful of vampires, a family now calling themselves the Mikaelson's. [ As Klaus is now beside them, but not saying anything - choker and all. ] Meet Klaus.

[ That should cut down to her core. It doesn't. She stares at him with assessment, a darkness in her eyes. Not taking it as an insult doesn't include not wanting to hear it out loud. From him. Posing as Elena came naturally. Maybe she isn't honest, and perhaps she'd rather be herself. Maybe.

Still, Damon answers. Her lips start to round when he says that name. Same initials as hers. Her heart aches at the mention of a baby being given up. There's another question she'll clearly have that he doesn't address on his own, but she doesn't get the words out before he conjures up another image. Whether from the sudden appearance or the man's image, she draws in a sharp breath, frowning in distaste. ] The most powerful? We -- if I was running, then we weren't... [ another frown spared over at Klaus ] friends?

Bulgaria to...where is this? [ A brief wave of her hand over the property's grounds. ] If you're over a hundred years old... [ wow ] then when was...Katerina Petrova born? Do you know?

For a while, sure, you and his brother were thick as thieves. You have a thing for brothers. [ Always one for side notes. ] But, you found out that they needed you for more than your good looks.

[ He looks around. ] Mystic Falls, Virginia. [ More questions. He's beginning to regret this nice gesture of his. ] 1473. You're over 500 years old. [ He's not going to lie about how much a Katherine historian he became. He was obsessed with her for over a hundred years and returned strictly to get her out of a tomb she was never in. ]

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[ Hearing about people she doesn't even know is perplexing, and it shows on her face. Having a thing for brothers makes her lips almost purse down, looking at Damon as she tries to register the tone he said it in. Expression twisting into wondering, she says -- ] And I ran. Got away. From a family of the most powerful vampires? [ Is she following? ]

Virginia. [ She breathes in, sighing out quietly. Her jaw hangs when he says how old she is, mouth shutting when she realizes how ungraceful it feels and likely looks. ] Wow. Okay. That's...a lot to take in. [ She looks away, peering back over the land again. ] So all of my family's dead. Yours too. Humans only live for so long. [ Matter of fact as hell. ] I don't wanna know how any of them died. [ A beat. ] I'll remember later.

[ Another pause. ] Did Stefan tell you that they gave me a key to the house you both live in, when we got my stuff? [ Bouncing back to the current. She's not certain what else Damon can show her, if he wants to keep showing her scenes, painting her a grander scope of her past. Plus, she thinks the fact they're roomies is an important tidbit. ] That I live there, here, too.

You found your loophole. [ Becoming a vampire. ] You had a vampire named Trevor feed you his blood, and then you offed yourself. Before they could. [ At least, that's what he's heard now. It may've been Rose, but he's sure Rose protected her brother. ]

You will. [ It isn't a flippant response, either. Katherine will remember. It's the compassionate thing to leave Kathlena in the dark. ]

There's a reason I came back this morning. [ And Klaus disappears, merely a parlor trick. ] But, it wouldn't be the first time we lived under the same roof. [ Granted, that was all a part of her master plan with Isobel - who'd been compelled by Klaus, so, it hadn't worked out exactly. Arrangements will change when she returns. Or, so he thinks.

Should she want to, he'll take her through her greatest hits - her impersonating Elena after Founders Day, a few season 2 snippets, maybe her in Masquerade in the room where it happens, but eventually, the scene fades. They're back in their shared home as he lets go of her hand, sitting back. And then he's up. ]

[ A vague explanation on how vampires are made (nearly all the steps too, yet she doesn't need to know more since she doesn't want to make other vampires), so it leaves her quizzical for a moment. Until she gives a faint nod. ] I did what it took. To...survive. [ No lofty tone. It may be something she'd say, but her regular way of saying it isn't present.

Inexplicable as it is, Klaus being there left her uneasy, so she's glad when he's gone. That's interesting though, that Damon doesn't seem put off, not entirely, at all three of them living together. Or, her living under their roof.

In the end, she wants to feel safe. Secure. She may have over-exaggerated about her lack of trusting the sheriff so they could stay inside the hospital as long as possible; however, she only trusts Stefan and Damon for the time being. Set in her thoughts about that.

She doesn't ask for more, gasping, chest rising and falling as he makes a sound like a hum as it fades. She stares down at her hand as its dropped, watching as he stands. Frowning slightly, her voice is quiet. ] Why are you actually helping me? Just because I can't remember everything doesn't mean I'm not observant. Neither of you like me. [ A beat. ] Pity? Or, having gone through the same memory lapses? [ Why aren't they kicking her out? ] I -- I mean, thank you. Maybe you can't answer that and have it make any sense, since not a lot of this feels like it makes sense anyway.

Now that is the Katherine we all know and loathe. [ And wish hadn't returned in the first place. They shouldn't be helping her. Not with what she put them through. The few months of her being human are overshadowed by what she did after. He can answer it, but he can't be cruel to this Katherine. ]

Maybe, don't question why we do what we do. You might not like what you hear. [ Maybe it won't be pretty. But, he turns serious again, saying the obvious. ] We need all the people we can bring ourselves to trust in this place. And, we went to high school together.

[ A long breath, through her nose, chest rising and holding. Certainly not everyone she knows hates her! Then again, everyone she may know isn't there, in this crazy ass town.

She pays attention to his answer, not necessarily caring for it. What if she wants to know the brutal truth? Fine. He's truthful in feeling that that she won't like the answer, what with how easily his tone slips to a more serious one. A nod before her expression turns confused. ] High school? [ The slam of a locker, a rush of steps down the hall on white with rows of blue linoleum beneath her feet. She's late. Her head shakes that...memory, away. She's over five hundred years old: high school shouldn't be a thing. ] What? I...Damon. [ She remembers those rules of the town then. Oops. Sure came close to breaking them upon being back in the real world. ] Did we go any other -- school, together? [ She knows/thinks no, not with the ages they both are, but accepting that she may have memories of this place settling in is not something she wants to accept. ]

Just high school. I'm not even sure there's a college around here. [ He doesn't want to encourage the false memories, but they'll crop up sooner or later. For Damon, they started that first night. ] Just - try. Think about what high school might've been like. Think about a tiara, a little rigging of a certain school rite of passage. [ That's said with his hand to his mouth, palm out. ]

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[ She starts to frown when he suggests she do that, forehead creasing and pout settling on her lips. Her eyes cast down, thinking over each detail he gives. Nothing else, at first. ] I remembered what I guess is a school...a hallway. Lockers. [ Effort generates results, her breath hitching quietly, breaking a gasp from getting louder. She recalls a similar scene to the one he was witness to the previous day. From her perspective. A coveted trophy, one she would've had from popularity. From her mere essence. Why. She looks down, remembering more. ] After I got home, I didn't think I'd ever talk to you again. I couldn't believe you thought you needed to do that.

[ She breathes out, another memory surfacing. Walking down a sidewalk together, looking almost identical in age to how they did with those formal clothes on, sunlight bright above them. Hands woven together. The air warm. Summer. After graduation. ] But...I forgave you. I remember. Being together. After that. [ Her head shakes, and if there are cameras around, she doesn't care or think.

She stands, striding over to Damon, looking into his eyes. ] It's not...real. It can't be.

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