Stefan could hear the anger in her voice, clear as day when she spoke and he didn’t know if it was at his questions or the mention of Katherine in general. He knew that Katherine left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth, his included. He knew the things she did. They were unforgivable. But somehow, even to this day, Stefan could actually have a conversation with her. Even if he was questioning it now. Which, of course he was.
“She said we died in eachothers arms. That we were together when the end came for us.” Those were her words, not exactly verbatim but that was the gist of it all. He looked at Caroline then and shook his head. Stefan wanted to believe that it didn’t matter before. That this was his life here, in Everett and whatever happened back home didn’t matter.
But even with that mindset, the ‘what ifs’ always came to mind. The fact that when he thought of them married, having a life together, he realized he was happy but then he remembered that it would all be short lived and he didn’t even know why or how.
“It matters because I want to know. I thought it wouldn’t matter, that my life here was it but I know that if I leave here, I go back to that and what if there’s a way that I can stop it if I go back? Caroline, it’s eating at me. I need to know what happened and I know that it’s probably selfish of me to even ask you to relive it, but right now, with this, you’re the only person I trust to tell me the truth.”
He pulled his hand away and again, he clasped them in front of him. He took his eyes from her. This bothered him - all of it and she seemed upset that he was even asking and maybe he shouldn’t have, but it was truth. He trusted her, whether it was what he wanted to hear or it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. It was something that he could count on from her.