He thought it was a trick of the mind at first. An uprooted memory he forgot he had. There wasn’t a chance it was you and yet, here you were - or someone who looked exactly like you. Sure you had a new hairstyle and had long since stopped wearing 1840s attire, but it was you.

Stefan pushed through the giant crowed in Mystic Falls town centre, trying hard to get to you. “{{user}}!” He called, the name sounding foreign on your tongue.