[ Stefan doesn't want to write this text, but if he doesn't write it now, he'll have to tell her when they meet up for therapy - and somehow, that seems even worse. ]
I think our next session will have to be our last one.
[ "I don't want it to be."
But it has to be, he knows. The sooner he rips off that band-aid, the sooner he can meet them with no regrets, and the sooner he can return to being the gloomy grump that everyone from Mystic Falls is well-acquainted with. (Also, selfishly, he hopes he'll gain that perspective he seeks. Old Stefan had his reasons, and it's about time new Stefan learned them.) ]
What's your favorite dessert? I'll bring that with me. Be as specific as possible, or you'll be stuck with my tiramisu.
text » may 3rd.
I think our next session will have to be our last one.
[ "I don't want it to be."
But it has to be, he knows. The sooner he rips off that band-aid, the sooner he can meet them with no regrets, and the sooner he can return to being the gloomy grump that everyone from Mystic Falls is well-acquainted with. (Also, selfishly, he hopes he'll gain that perspective he seeks. Old Stefan had his reasons, and it's about time new Stefan learned them.) ]
What's your favorite dessert? I'll bring that with me.
Be as specific as possible, or you'll be stuck with my tiramisu.