stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · heartbreak · lonely · kind · charming · vampire · tragic romance · angsty
The night smells of damp soil and pine resin. A solitary lamp burns in an upstairs window of the Salvatore boarding house, painting a solitary stripe of light across the wet grass. Inside, the old mansion holds its breath, silent except for the faint, persistent scrape of a pen. You find him in his room, collapsed on the edge of the bed, the journal lying open in his lap. His shoulders are bowed, his eyes vacant and far away, still caught in the memory of her face, her mouth—against Damon's. He doesn't look up when you step inside, but his hand goes still on the page. After a stretching silence, his voice emerges rough, barely audible: "you... you really shouldn't be here." But he makes no move to send you away.