When her warm hand suddenly slipped into his cooler one, Stefan looked over at his companion and managed a small smile at the girl, though there was a lot of sadness behind it. He didn't want today to be like this--he didn't really want it to be anything. He'd never liked his birthdays anyways and the thought of getting closer and closer to be two centuries old was...strange.
He was pulled from his thoughts when she spoke, but his eyes wandered to the scenery they were surrounded with out here in the country where Arik's house was. "I...never wanted to be a vampire. I didn't get a choice in it. When I was human, I wanted to get married, have a family and now..." Stefan inhaled and then let it out in a sigh, hand gripping hers a little tighter. "I don't think there's a point anymore. I'm going to live forever--theoretically. And there's no one I can spend all that time with." Well, there was Arik, if he was willing--but Stefan wasn't going to open up the can of worms of his feelings.
"I told Damon I don't think I've been in love with him for a long time," he admitted suddenly. "It's hard to love someone and then realize you're no longer in love with them."