“There won’t ever be anyone else, will there?” she said. “No. Not for me.” Stefan was so tired that his control was slipping and Bonnie could see behind the mask. And again she saw that pain and need, so great that she had to look away from him. Stefan, she realized, the chill deepening, was different. No matter how much time passed, no matter what he did, he would never truly heal. Without Elena he would always be half himself, only half alive.
♪ a drop in the ocean, a change in the weather i was praying that you and me might end up together it’s like wishing for rain as i stand in the desert but i’m holding you closer than most, cause you are my heaven ♫