goodbye my sweetheart

Looking at it, he knew that the Elena in front of him was played by Katherine, but there was still a trace of soreness in his heart, he took a deep breath, and thought, "Forget it, I knew it would be like this when I left with Klaus. Everything is my own choice, Can't blame others."

Although he was comforting himself in this way in his heart, the irritability seemed to be on fire and seemed to intensify. He had punched Damon hard before, which meant that the relationship between them had been settled, and he didn't want to settle for a moment. Unhappy, he continued to fight with his brother endlessly.

Stefan went into the men's room, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on his face, which cooled him a bit and made him feel a little better.

Suddenly the door was broken open, and a fragrant wind hit Stefan, before he could see who was coming, he had already been kissed, the soft touch like cool petals, the smell mixed with a little rose, mint and sandalwood …He pushed her away and snapped angrily, "Katherine—stay away from me!"

Katherine pretended to be annoyed, but squeezed into Stefan's arms again, and said coquettishly, "Can't you treat me as Elena?"

Her face was so close, her bright eyes were right under Stefan's, and the smile rippling in those pale brown eyes was like a sea of ​​chocolate, sweet as if it wanted to suck his soul in, and he had a moment. No, I can't repeat the same mistakes again, Stefan grabbed her arm mercilessly, turned her over, pressed her against the mirror, and said ruthlessly: "I will never treat you as Elena. Her innocence, You will never have kindness and warmth, and she will never wear vulgar rose-scented perfume. She will never shamelessly cling to a man who doesn't like you like you."

In the mirror, a slightly hurt expression flashed across Katherine's face, but her mouth refused to admit defeat. She laughed frivolously, and her breath made a cloud of white mist on the mirror: "If my love for you only means I don't mind being shameless forever."

"Shut up, Katherine. Don't talk about love anymore, that beautiful word tastes so bad right out of your mouth."

"Come On, Stefan," Katherine shook off Stefan's restraint easily. She stood in front of the mirror arranging her curly hair, shrugged nonchalantly, and chuckled softly, "Stefan, you have to admit that I'm still useful, right? Kissed Elena and broke a heart sourly, and now is a staunch Katherine destroyer. At least, my presence makes you forget about being jealous for a while, doesn't it?"

Stefan rolled her eyes and walked away, "Do you really care about my feelings? You're just provoking!"

Katherine flew around in front of Stefan, blocking him, "Of course I care about your feelings, Stefan, I understand all your feelings now, 'my lover doesn't love me anymore', am I going through all of this too?"

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"You..." Stefan looked at her, there was a place in his heart that was touched by her, but he didn't want to face it, he stared at her, wanted to say something to hurt her, but couldn't remember what to say What.

"Oh, don't look at me with such pity, I'm used to losing everything. I screwed up, didn't I? I haven't talked to you for 145 years, how can I expect it to be the same as before?" Katherine said sternly, "Okay, that's the end of the nostalgic grudge time. I hope Damon will keep his promise and give me the verbena after the dance."

Stefan put his hands in his trouser pockets, the small bottle of verbena juice he had specially prepared for her was already hot from his hands, he wanted to give it to her, he wanted to satisfy all her demands; but he was always hesitating when to give it to her , if it is given to her now, she is likely to take it and run away, far away, and then never show up again.

Stefan's heart hardens at the thought, and he pulls his hand out of his trouser pocket.

Katherine walked aimlessly ahead, and he followed her intentionally or unintentionally.

She stopped and walked, looked around from time to time, her footsteps were sometimes brisk and sometimes heavy, like a vigilant swan crossing a river.

It just so happened that she was also dressed like a swan.

It was a little dress full of Elena's taste. It was as white as snow and spotless. It had a slightly deeper V-neck, a tight waist, and a short skirt that was fluffy and layered. When she walked, her clothes fluttered. Gone with the wind, like an angel that is about to disappear in front of your eyes.

Stefan rubbed himself to see her staring eyes, suddenly angry with himself, after 145 years, he already knew all about her, including the bad water in her stomach and the bad things she did, but even so She was terrible, but she still gave him the same feeling as before: like an angel.

No no no, Katherine is the devil, Elena is the angel.

Stefan looked down at her, unconsciously clenched his hands into fists, murmured Elena's name, like holding up a shield to protect him, "Elena...Elena..."

With her hands behind her back, she looked back at him with a half-smile and raised an eyebrow, "It's a pity, I'm Katherine."

"Of course I know." Stefan was slightly annoyed.

"Come On, Stefan, be happy," she came over to take his hand, "Come on, let's talk about something happy."

Stefan sideways away from her, staring her in the eyes and said, "There can't be happy things between us."

Katherine frowned at him and chuckled, "So—does it make you feel good to talk about my funeral?"

"If you die, what does it have to do with me?"

"Okay then." Katherine shrugged and strode ahead.

They were one in front of the other, speechless again, the two seemed to be strangers, but the shadows of the two on the ground were cuddling together, looking like a couple in love.

Stefan wondered how long she would be silent, but she stopped and sighed, "I'm thirsty, I'll go up and have a drink."

Stefan followed her to the terrace, looking down at the group of strangers, "Isn't Klaus the master? Why hasn't he been seen? What does it mean that the theme of the dance is 'the answer'?...The garden and Have you seen that group of people standing at the other end of the gate before?"

Katherine glanced at those people and shook her head, "I haven't seen it. Let's not talk about that, look, the moon is so beautiful tonight."

Stefan quietly looked up at the crooked moon in the sky.

"Don't forget what you said, Stefan. You said that there will be a grave waiting for me with my name engraved on it." Katherine said suddenly, "Remember, calla lilies are used for grave sweeping, that is my favorite flower. "

Stefan was a little startled when he heard that, but his mouth remained firm: "You ask so much, I will never give you flowers, even if you are dead."

Katherine smiled inexplicably, "Ouch! My little Stefan is really cruel. So where is that polite, amiable gentleman who loves me, Stefan?"

Leaning on the edge of the patio with his hands in his trouser pockets, Stefan joked, "Killed by a devil bitch named Katherine."

It was clearly a joke, but Katherine got hurt.

Katherine was silent for a few seconds, looking up at Stefan, she stared at him deeply: "Stefan, you will never love me again, will you? Even if I have the same face as Elena, even if I try desperately to get close to you , to please you. I'm out of verbena, what a ridiculous excuse, I just need to get out of this town, I can get as much verbena as I want... I just want to see you more. You won't believe how risky I am risks of."

Stefan looked at her with a sad face, and he wanted to tell him that was just a joke, but the patio door was pushed open, and Damon strode in, glanced at Stefan, then at Katherine, and said with a smile: "Oh, Stefan, it seems that I am worrying about you for nothing, Katherine, you will never worry about being lonely wherever you go, and you can always find young lads to accompany you."

Katherine ignored Damon's taunt, she cleared her throat, jumped to Damon's side lively, put her hand in his arms, "Come on, Damon, let's dance."

Damon wrapped Katherine tightly in his arms and said with a smile, "Come on, it's your turn to play."

Katherine said with a smile: "When there is danger, Katherine will play."

Damo said seriously, "Of course, I can't let Elena take risks."

Katherine sighed, "Damon, when did you become so bad, if things turn out to be as you feared before, I would be the one who died today."

Damon pinched her delicate face, "It's better for you to die than Elena."

■05■

The dance went very well, Katherine played El