Caroline raked her fingers through her long golden curls; blue eyes filled with tears after the sight she had just saw. Damon. Elena. Kissing. It hurt too much to think. She had called Stefan hoping that he could help her but he wouldn't be able to. A part of her knew that.
"Caroline?"
She turned to face Elena; her long brown curls rippling down her shoulders in waves. Caroline wiped away the tears with her thumb, smiling weakly.
"Oh, um, hi!" Caroline chirped cheerfully, trying to hide her depression. But Caroline was a very bad liar, worse than Elena actually and Elena could tell bởi the mascara...
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