One second, you were in Mystic Falls. The next, you were somewhere else.

The house was unfamiliar, yet strangely yours. Framed pictures lined the walls—pictures of you and Damon. Laughing, kissing, living a life you knew had never happened.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

You turned sharply. Damon stood in the doorway, casually leaning against the frame, a soft smile on his lips.

Your heart pounded. “What—”

He crossed the room, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You okay?” His voice was laced with concern. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You took a step back. This isn’t real. It can’t be.

Because in your world, you and Damon weren’t together.

And yet… here, in this impossible future, it seemed like you always had been.