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_{Paradise. The only time he could really remember their relationship being paradise was over the summer; even then, he was still proving to be the monster he had always been. “No more,” he confirmed, staring down at the floor, finding something inside of him to keep him going. To keep him breathing. He’d just loved the woman he’d fought so hard for, the woman he’d assumed he’d loved more than anyone and anything. “Who cares? It happened, it’s over. It’s better this way anyway,” he mumbled, lying to himself. From now on, he would have to speak one lie after another. Damon Salvatore refused to crack around people, allow people to see how weak he truly was. “I’d rather talk about the fact you’re actually here,” for the first time since she’d been back, he sounded relieved - almost happy.}

_{“Fine. What’s there to talk about?” A curious tone inquired with an arch of a brow, “It was probably at the hand of a Mikaelson since they have plenty of witches at their disposal. That’s the only plausible reason. They seek revenge.” Rose knew this day would come. Eluding them for over five-hundred years came with a price. She doubted if killing Trevor was satisfying enough for them seeing as such a powerful family didn’t do things by halves. Normally she’d fear such thoughts, but what was there to lose? She wasn’t afraid of death anymore. She’d leave behind no family. No one would mourn her second departure. Damon. Damon was the closest person she dared call a friend and the sole reason she hadn’t already acted on previous thoughts — no humanity. “I’m apologize,” a shamefully glimmer in her eyes as they fluttered shut, “I still don’t know how to feel about being back.”}