goodbye my sweetheart

etrova1974! "

Stefan shuddered and looked out the gate, where a huge postal truck was parked.

White plastic bags, large and small, were neatly piled up on the open space next to the truck.A plastic tag with a number is attached to each bag.

"Katerina Petrova 1975, 1976!"

"OK, Katerina Petrova197419751976 transfer-" A man in a post office uniform is counting the bags.

Damon glanced at the bag on the ground, and his heart moved, did he finally hear from her?

Stefan had already strode forward, "What are these things? Where are they going to be transferred?"

"Oh, these are the things stored in the original post office box, and now all of them have to be transferred to the new post office box." He pointed to the new row of huge warehouses.

Stefan patted the employee on the shoulder and hypnotized him in a gentle way, "I want to know the records of the owners of these three mailboxes, you can look them up right away."

Damon's pupils contracted nervously, what would Katherine leave behind?What will they discover?

The hypnotized post office employee began to look through the records, "Found it, Katerina Petrova actually paid rent for the mailbox for 50 years! She opened the locker two years ago, and there is no record after that—"

They looked at each other silently: two years ago, Katherine was captured by Klaus exactly two years ago.

Of course, the Salvatore brothers took the contents of Katherine's mailbox.

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Three bulging bags, heavy, filled with letters.

One of the brown paper bags contained Katherine's papers, as well as some stocks and bonds.

More than 9000 letters.

It was Katherine's letter to the post office box.

The content of the letter is Katherine's diary.

Sometimes she writes long, and poems.

Sometimes it's just a sentence or two.

Sometimes it is written on fine, elegant, patterned special writing paper.

Sometimes it's written on the back of a random advertising leaflet.

Sometimes her handwriting is neat and beautiful, just like a calligraphy copybook.

Sometimes her handwriting was messy and trembling, as if she was writing in a hurry in a car or a boat.

Of course, she is being hunted down, and she has no conditions to write a diary every day.

There is no place to keep the diary she wrote, because she has no home.

So she always sends the diary to the post office in the city where Stefan lives, and rents a post office box, with a long bag, just like writing a letter, and sends it to that post office box every time she writes a diary.

When Stefan returned to Mystic Falls, Katherine also rented a post office box here.And transferred all her previous diaries.

Stefan's heart began to bleed when he wanted to understand why Katherine kept her diary in such a way.

He and Damon read all of Katherine's diaries...

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★Katherine's Diary★

1984

I can't believe Stefan has such bad taste.He was actually with that village girl Lexi again.

He was in the front row, and they danced all night, watching Bon Jovi.

He looked at the stage and I looked at him.

He was talking to Lexi, and he laughed, throwing his head back, and Lexi ran her hand through his hair.

Um.Let me think, should I chop off the village girl's hand or head.

She dresses like a nouveau riche.

I bet she has no aristocratic blood at all.

Maybe they are a match made in heaven, a tasteless little nouveau riche and a village girl.

Okay, I admit I'm jealous.

I know they are friends.

Stefan needs friends.

Is his curly brown hair still as soft? I miss him so much.

I miss you, Stefan.

My sweet innocent Damon, and you, where are you?

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★Katherine's Diary★

Dear Stefan, how are you?

The moon is so beautiful tonight that it makes me sigh.

I miss you so much.

I miss Damon so much.

And you, do you think of me when I think of you?

My heart softens when I think that no matter how far apart we are, this moon shines on us at the same time.

Tonight, I didn't kill anyone.

The same moon shines on you, me, Damon.

Damon, where are you?

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★Katherine's Diary★

We'll still be together, dear Stefan.

I want you.

Let's die together.

The premise is that Klaus will have a good time.

Time flies so fast, the years are so relentless.

From silent movies to 3D movies;

from videotapes to DVDs;

From roadside phone booths to smartphones;

From wagon to SUV;

From hot air balloons to Concorde;

From paper book to electronic ink

……

Technology is changing with each passing day.

Everything has changed, but I still love you.

Same as 145 years ago.

The staff of the supermarket over there are stamping "expired and void" on expired items.

He should have poked me on the forehead like that.

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★Katherine's Diary★

I know I'm greedy.

I also know that loving someone for 145 years is a good story in the world.

Loving two people for 145 years is a slut.

If possible, I only want to love only one person.

Like Damon, I like simplicity and clarity.

But fate favored me, let me get the love of Stefan and Damon at the same time.

For more than 100 years, I have been running away constantly, and I am tired of it.

I thought what I wanted most was freedom.

But when I was with Stefan and Damon, I just realized that it is so good to be loved, it turns my soul into honey.

I'm starting to get greedy and I want them to stay with me forever.

How can I refuse?They are the best men in the world.

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★Katherine's Diary★

I miss Stefan.

Once in Mystic Falls, I followed Stefan.

I see him.

and Elena.

He hugged her and flew onto the Ferris wheel, that scene was so beautiful.

I hid behind a tree and watched them.

Under the moon, he looked at Elena so affectionately, he asked her to close her eyes, and then he hugged her and flew up slowly, I thought of that lovely and romantic song: "FlyMeToTheMoon".

Elena's face was full of surprise when she opened her eyes.

I can blow up the transformer in the amusement park and stop the Ferris wheel;

I can break a few ferris wheel bolts and make it fall;

At least I can spoil their fun by blowing out the beautiful lights of the playground.

But I didn't.

That scene was so beautiful, I couldn't bear to spoil it.Even me, the vicious me with jealousy.

That kind of romance is what I dream of.

It just happened to someone else.

I can also fly on the Ferris wheel to see if my imagination is correct: in the dark, the bright lights merge into a colorful galaxy, what kind of beauty should that be?

But, am I flying up alone?Another person flying down in despair?

That's it.

What matters is not where.

It's about who you're with.

On such a moonlit night, they fly to the Ferris wheel.

And me, at least I can still sing.

Flymetothemoon, Andletmeplayamongthestars. Letmeseewhatspringislike, OnJupiterandMars.Inotherwords, holdmyhand, Inotherwords, darling, kissme. you.

Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars, let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars?Anyway, take my hand, in other words, kiss me.Fill my heart with music and let me sing forever... You are my eternal longing, you are all my adoration and adoration.In short, pray that you are a real existence, in exchange for