rest in pieces
He knew it the moment his lips first found hers. Setting her free did not mean letting her go and giving up - it meant letting her go so she would be free to find him when she was ready. What he didn’t expect was that only a year later he would find the silver pipe necklace she’d worn when they last met lying aimless on the blood-spattered pavement of Rue St. Alain, an argent incongruity amidst the mess of mangled corpses belonging to no less than sixteen bayou wolves. A call to Elena Gilbert would send his heart pounding in a frenzy of dread and despair like he had never known before.
“Caroline left three days ago. She said she was going to see the world.”
He has never stopped searching for her ever since.
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