Who: Caroline Forbes-Salvatore and Geralt What: Contemplating; being less than her bubbly self and then hot guy comes out of the river. Oh boy. When: Wednesday night Where: By the river Rating: PG-13 possibly Status: Closed; Incomplete
Being a slightly tipsy, on a small pier by the river, was probably not the best way to spend an evening, but Caroline knew there were far worse ones out there. She'd polished off a few glasses of bourbon, but it took a lot to make a vampire drunk and, following her stint of drowning her sorrows, the vampire felt the need for some air. She'd walked slowly through the mostly desolate town-it was near midnight after all-and, by some miracle, she made it to her current location without falling on her face. Maybe she should have opted for the other glass of bourbon.
The distinct melody of waves lapping against the shore filled her ears, but given her enhanced hearing, it wasn't nearly enough to drown out nocturnal animals stirring around her or their heart beats. Caroline was not interest in a hunt; her thirst was thoroughly quenched by a blood bag an hour before. No, what she longed for she could not obtain, not by any kind of easy means anyway. She wanted the town to give her Stan back. She wanted two months ago. She wanted...She wanted...
She wanted those dull edges Miriam was talking about during their trip to the mall. She wanted to be okay again, to feel like herself, but she wasn't sure what herself felt like anymore. Whatever definition she landed on would include Stan now; he'd imprinted on her life, as every relationship she'd ever had did. It was impossible for her to be the Caroline she knew before meeting him and falling in love with him. She was forever changed, but right now? Right now, she was broken and merely just trying to hold the pieces of herself and her heart together.
You would think after how many failed or lost relationships Caroline would be use to the ache and the seemingly never-ending melancholy that followed, but no. It remained, as stubborn as herself at times, and all the blond vampire could do was try to live with it until, one day, time had managed to make it the tiniest bit better. There was no time-limit on mourning, but that realization certainly did not provide any reassurance. If anything, it made things look more bleak. Caroline could not even take solace in the fact that Stan would be better at home because she knew his fate and it was the fate of every man she'd ever loved.
Taking a seat, Caroline drew her jean-clad knees to her chest and greenish-blue eyes looking out over the rippling water in front of her. She swallowed, attempting to force the all too familiar lump down in her throat, and took an unnecessary breath of cool night air. No, there was nothing she could do for Stan now except promise that she would always love him, as she loved those that came before him, and that, even when she was no longer here, a part of her would always remember him even if she was not aware of it. That's how she would make it through this and those edges would dull.