you'll find me here forever ➳ kol mikaelson [ the vampire diaries ]

☆ 5.25 ~ no tears left to cry

right now, i'm in a state of mind
i wanna be in like all the time
ain't got no tears left to cry
~ ariana grande, no tears left to cry

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question of the chapter: what do you think of lydia and stefan? (might have to read the chapter first)

Lydia's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the warm sunlight that filled the room. For a second, Lydia thought that she was still dreaming. It was the first time in a while that she had woken and didn't wish that she could fall back asleep and avoid all of her troubles. She felt refreshed, awake, alive. It was a nice change from how she had woken up for the last few weeks. She wasn't in any pain, she wasn't being crushed by guilt anymore either. Not to mention the beds in the Salvatore House were incredibly comfortable, it was like sleeping on a cloud.

Lydia sat up in her spot, holding the covers to her chest and looking around Stefan's room. The first thing she noticed was that he wasn't in it. She didn't know where he went, but she assumed that he was in the kitchen, giving the sweet smell of breakfast filling the room. Being in Stefan's room was odd. She had been in it before, in fact she had been on his bed before, but it was different now. She wasn't there as a friend. She didn't know what she was there as exactly, they didn't talk much the previous night, but Lydia didn't think there was any pressure to.

She looked around the room for something to get dressed in. She left her bag out in the hallway by the front door, which also had her phone in it much to Lydia's annoyance. Luckily for her, Stefan left one of his shirts neatly folded where he had slept. It wasn't the one he was wearing last night, it was a clean shirt that he had laid out for her. Lydia quickly grabbed it and slipped it over her head before standing up from the bed and heading out of the room and down the hall. She hadn't been inside the Salvatore House in years, she used to spend so much time there. She half expected to see Damon when walking down the hall, but no one had heard from Damon since she turned it off. Lydia understood why he ran. He tried to kill her. If the Mikaelsons had found out, then he wouldn't stand a chance. Not to mention Elena didn't want anything to do with him anymore, and Caroline was only given another reason to hate him. Lydia wasn't sure how Stefan felt, but since the Mikaelsons didn't care about Lydia anymore, maybe Damon could come back.

"Hey, good morning," Stefan smiled when he saw Lydia walk into the kitchen.

"Morning," Lydia greeted, looking at Stefan was who standing over the stove, holding the handle of a pan, but Lydia couldn't see what was inside.

"You still like french toast, right?" Stefan asked, watching Lydia nod her head.

"Yeah, I do," Lydia answered."Smells good. What can I help with?"

"You can get the fruits from the fridge and wash them," Stefan nodded towards the fridge.

"Still don't trust me in the kitchen, Stefan?" Lydia laughed, heading towards the fridge. She wasn't exactly the best cook. She wasn't even an okay cook.