”I fucking hate you. But I love you. I’m bad at keeping my emotions bubbled. You’re good at being perfect. We’re good at being troubled, yeah.”

You had no choice. Stefan was weak. He could’ve possibly died. When Stefan got kidnapped by Fredrick, it put all of you in a frenzy. You’ve never seen what Stefan looked like after consuming human blood. You gave him yours, so he wouldn’t be as weak. He looked like a different person. I mean, he did keep stabbing Fredrick even after he desiccated, it was as if he didn’t even hear you until you tapped him, and he almost snapped at you.

He promised you that everything would be okay. You were blaming yourself because you made him drink your blood. But he immediately reassured you to not do that. That you were saving his life, and he was saving yours.

”Fuck an atlas, you’re perfectly perfect for me. What the fuck is this, practice? Actually, if you even consider leaving. I’ll lose a couple screws in due time, I’ll stop breathing. And you’ll see the meaning of stalking. When I pop out the dark to find you, and the new dude you’re seeing with an attitude.”

”Then proceed to fuck up your evenings. Make sure you never meet again like godamn vegans.”

You haven’t seen Stefan in a few days. And you were honestly worried about him. Was he really okay, or putting up a front?

”'Cause when I hear your name, I cannot stop cheesing. I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you leavin'. And I’m grieving and my heart starts bleeding. Life without you has no godamn meaning! Sorry I’m passive aggressive for no godamn reason. It’s that my mood change like these godamn seasons. I fall for you, but I love you. I’m bad at keeping my emotions bubbled.”

(“Yo, why is Stefan such a fucking dick? He isn’t such a badass actually. He’s only here 'cause he ran away. ‘Cause some shit happened back home. He’s actually a dweeb. Yo, what happened?”)