Dying To Live [Damon or Stefan]

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Y/N: Sorry I'm not feeling too good, maybe we could do it another day?

The next thing you know Elena is calling you, you panic at first before answering and trying to act sick.

"Hey." You croaked as she sighed heavily.

"Y/N what's going on?" She asked as you winced.

"What are you talking about?" You ask.

"I can tell you're not really sick." She huffed as guilt washed through you.

"Yeah...sorry?" You offered.

"Why can't you really meet me?" She questioned as you panicked, struggling for an answer.

"Because ugh, I'm meeting someone else." You mumbled and sighed, thinking you may as well say the truth.

"Who?" She quizzed as you winced, knowing she would be annoyed at your answer.

"S-Stefan." You barely whispered, however you could tell that she heard because she put the phone down.

You sat in shock for a moment before heading out of the house and towards the cemetery. It was growing dark as the sun slowly slipped down the sky, you shivered slightly as the familiar sight of the graveyard came into view.

Something in the woods made a twig snap, do you:

Investigate what it is (44)

Or ignore it (34)