𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯" 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏.
* this is not a polyamorous story. there is technically some ove...
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𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒂
Damon and I sit on my bed together facing each other. "So what do we do—"
I cut him off, "Silas was in my head. I don't actually care if he kills you or not."
"Ouch," he mutters.
"He was using me to get to you. To make you feel like there was still a chance for us— there's not. And there never will be."
"But Lina—"
"You betrayed me, Damon," I say to him plainly, "and no matter how much I want to forgive you, I can't."
"What about us before all of this?" he asks, "you don't miss it?"
"Before all of this, I was in love with Kol. You seem to forget that. Because even before this, you and I haven't been together for a long time."
"I just miss you."
"I'd miss me too," I say. "You know there was a time that I used to feel like if you died and I was still here... I wouldn't be able to live."
"Really?"
I nod, "Really. Now? Now I'd rather you be dead so I didn't have to look at your pathetic face for the rest of eternity," with that, I slide off my bed and exit the room.
Downstairs, Stefan is in the kitchen, "Hey, you hungry?"
"No I'm fine," I reply.
"Have you eaten?"
"Somewhat," I shrug, sliding onto a chair, "does human food taste the same?"
"If you have a full balanced diet of blood, yeah," he confirms. "But for hybrids, it's probably fine either way."
"Good!" I rush over to the fridge. "Since I'm a hybrid now, technically these pickles can't kill me," I tell him as I take the pickle jar from the fridge.
"Knock yourself out."
"Hopefully not literally," I twist off the top and take out a pickle before taking a large bite out of it. But soon, my face quickly screws up into one of disgust, "Oh fuck. Gross. Not even worth it. At all."
Stefan laughs, "I guess it's a good thing you were allergic to them."
Damon soon joins us and eyes us suspiciously, "You two seem to be getting along well."
"We always have," Stefan comments.
"That and because Stefan isn't a backstabbing cunt like you are."
"If I piss you off so much why don't you just kill me?" Damon asks and crosses his arms.
"Maybe I will, you know, I do have a new appetite to go with my werewolf temper."
"Okay, okay," Stefan says, diffusing the situation, "that's enough."
