than life as we know it.
Caroline Forbes
"Oh, if you're hearing this, I must have made it through. Oh, when the clouds are burned; open up my window, I'll see the sky's still blue."
I’m not letting them take you.
Could use a pep-talk, could use a kick in the ass. Maybe a goddamn hug and a cookie. I’m losin’ my damn mind, and Sammy isn’t even here. Maybe I need some fresh air, or something big and ugly to gank. Dammit.
How about all of the above? I’m not something big and ugly, but I’m someone blonde and overly optimistic, and I’ll probably kick harder. Not to mention, I can guarantee I make better cookies.
Prom, ah, sounds nice.
With all the hours I’ve put in for it, it better be more than nice.
Fantastic. Let’s hope you keep your word on this.
You can count on it.
You know, normally, I’d be against an Original crashing my senior prom, but I think I can make an exception. Especially since I spent too much time putting it together to not have everyone see just how perfect it’s going to be.
Who did you have to say goodbye to? I — yeah, I do.
It’s a long story. I guess I said one already, in so many words, and there’s another I’m not really looking forward to. That’s… new. What changed?
Honestly Caroline, if the prom isn’t going to be as magnificent as I expected it to be, I will gladly pull out your hair for you.
Trust me, it’s going to live up to even your expectations. I’ve been planning this prom since freshman year; if it’s anything less than amazing, I’ll let you pull my hair out.
Finally, after weeks of prep and planning and wanting to pull my hair out, Prom is ready to go, and I couldn’t be more relieved to have the weight off my shoulders. Now I just need to shove my face in a couple books for finals week, and then buh-bye Mystic Falls High.
Now that doesn’t sound like you at all. What’s wrong?
Just getting a little sick of goodbyes. Wait — you care?
That’s a little grim, even for you, Blondie.
The light at the end of the tunnel is looking pretty dim, Salvatore, so I think I’m entitled to a little gloom every now and then.
It figures that just as you’re starting to get used to the idea of forever, time starts running out.
