[ 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.
[Well that's entirely unexpected--although in retrospect, maybe it should be. Cami hasn't exactly been the greatest therapist as of late.
Still.]
Is this because I haven't been able to see you in awhile? [The bar's kept her busier for longer than she thought, which isn't the whole truth but a convenient enough one. As justified as she knows her reasons are, however, it's still hard to think that they might have caused this much of a rift.
Which is why she forgoes any answers about desert at the moment. It's sweet (ha), but also a pretty good way to distract from the question she hopes he's willing to answer.]
[ Though now that he thinks about it, he hasn't seen her as often as he used to. She's been busy, and he's been... adjusting. He can't mope forever about a failed relationship, and he certainly can't mope about a betrayal when the other parties don't see it that way. His perspective needed to change, and adapting and growing was a huge part of that shift.
Without Cami, he doubts that he would've found that perspective so easily. ]
Actually, are you at the bar right now? This might be something I have to answer in person. To borrow every famous break-up line, "it's not you, it's me."
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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.
Re: text » may 3rd.
Still.]
Is this because I haven't been able to see you in awhile? [The bar's kept her busier for longer than she thought, which isn't the whole truth but a convenient enough one. As justified as she knows her reasons are, however, it's still hard to think that they might have caused this much of a rift.
Which is why she forgoes any answers about desert at the moment. It's sweet (ha), but also a pretty good way to distract from the question she hopes he's willing to answer.]
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[ Though now that he thinks about it, he hasn't seen her as often as he used to. She's been busy, and he's been... adjusting. He can't mope forever about a failed relationship, and he certainly can't mope about a betrayal when the other parties don't see it that way. His perspective needed to change, and adapting and growing was a huge part of that shift.
Without Cami, he doubts that he would've found that perspective so easily. ]
Actually, are you at the bar right now?
This might be something I have to answer in person.
To borrow every famous break-up line, "it's not you, it's me."