goodbye my sweetheart

I don't know what to do, the damn doppelganger, even Elena likes the same flowers as me.

Stefan watched her change from the joy and excitement just now to the politeness and restraint at the moment, "What's wrong? What did I say wrong?"

She smiled stiffly and didn't say anything, but she thought in her heart: You didn't say anything wrong, you just reminded me of my identity.

She stood motionless among the flowers like a puppet, holding hands and looking at the blooming flowers with some indifference.

She is like a sensible and reserved guest, even if her most beloved flowers are right in front of her eyes, she also restrains herself from reaching out to pick them, the reason is very simple: because they do not belong to her.

She stood there blankly for a while, and finally couldn't bear to ask Stefan, "Can I go now?"

He looked at her beautiful face with the words "watch with cold eyes", and tentatively said, "I'll pick some and put them in the vase beside your bed."

"No!" She almost cried.

"why?"

"Because I'm Katherine!"

Because I am not Elena.

■89■

Katherine was a little bored sitting in the rocking chair, thinking wildly.

Sometimes, she still regrets thinking about it, getting herself to this point for Taylor and Ethan.

She is no different from being under house arrest now, although the house she lives in is always as magnificent as a palace.

However, she felt that she was doing the right thing.She didn't want to abandon them and live with guilt.She wouldn't mind creating some bad memories just to survive if she was still human.But unfortunately, she is an immortal vampire, her bad memories will follow her for life, follow her for thousands of years, and eventually her heart will be eaten by these bad memories.

She is envious of people. In just a few decades of life, there are so many things to be busy with, such as school, career, love, marriage, family, children, children's education, children's work, children's marriage... Humans simply can't get away. Free to regret something.

She sighed, no matter how much she envied people, she was still not human.

Not only is she not human, she is not even herself, in Stefan's eyes, she is Elena.

Stefan leaned against the door, interrupting her rambling thoughts, and he held out his hand to her, "Come here—"

Katherine looked at his gentle and rippling smile, and walked over obediently.

He held her shoulders so that her back was facing him, he gently lifted her long curly hair, took out a string of necklaces from his arms and put them on her neck.

Katherine sighed secretly, she knew that Stefan was going to start "replaying yesterday".

She knew that Stefan had given Elena a necklace, presumably when he gave Elena the necklace was their happiest moment, at that time, neither Damon intervened nor Katherine made trouble, so Stefan was so eager to relive it at this moment .

He took her by the hand and brought her to the mirror. He looked expectantly at the radiant woman in the mirror. He finally had the opportunity to give her a gift. This was not only compensation for her, but also for himself. make up.

She raised her fingers to the necklace around her neck and took a look. The necklace was covered with dense diamonds, regardless of the color, size, cut, clarity, and design. It was as if he had picked all the stars from the sky. Put it on this necklace.

She tilted her head to look at Stefan in the mirror with a watery and tender face, she suddenly felt so glaring, her heart was pierced, and it was piercing pain.

It turned out that he was so gentle and generous when he was with Elena.

And when he was with her, Katherine, he didn't even give her a piece of grass, she really didn't wrong him, he really didn't even give her a piece of grass: verbena.

"Do you like it?" Stefan asked.

"I really like it!" These words popped out between her teeth.

"Really?" Stefan looked at her in the mirror, carefully capturing the unpredictable expression on her face.

She turned around, smiled, showing a cynical and frivolous look, and quickly pinched his chin with her fingers, "Hey, don't be silly, baby, who the hell doesn't like diamonds?"

Even so, she felt that the necklace on her neck was burning her skin like a fire, and it sizzled and blistered, and the pain penetrated into her heart.

Only at this time did she realize that she really hated Elena, because of Elena, she knew how poor and miserable she was.

It's not that she doesn't know how far away from happiness she is, and she doesn't know that she lacks such things, but Elena makes all her sorrows and poverty become very specific and clear.

Elena kept reminding Katherine that she made Katherine fully realize how beautiful and warm things are that she doesn't have.

For example: Stefan's love.

Even more than 100 years ago, when the boy Stefan was infatuated with Katherine, he had never been so nice to her as he is now.

That's why she said about the Salvatore brothers: "One doesn't love me enough, and the other loves me too much."

But her base heart insists on loving that Stefan who doesn't love her enough.

It was the cause of all Katherine's pain and the source of her eternal guilt towards Damon.

And now, even knowing that she is a "fake Elena", Stefan treats her incomparably well.

Comparing the two, such a gap is enough to make her hurt and devastated.

She felt feverish all over and felt like she was being slapped constantly.

■90■

She was sitting at the end of the long dining table, wearing the necklace that burned her like lava.

This is a candlelit dinner carefully arranged by Stefan, and they sit opposite each other.

The dishes are beautifully laid out on the table, as elegant as if they had just been served off the cover of a cooking magazine.Gold tableware is placed on the ivory calico tablecloth, and the smokeless candles are flickering faintly. A thousand words.

There were no other guests in the restaurant, only the waiter standing far away knowingly, and the band in the corner.

Sitting gracefully on the dining chair, she suddenly smelled a cool and sweet fragrance.

Ah, it's her favorite scent—gardenias, which are bundled into small flower balls and tied to golden candlesticks.

She thought a little dejectedly: It can't be such a coincidence, can't Elena also like gardenias?

Elena is really her nemesis, they have the same face, like the same man, like the same calla lily, and now they even like the same scent... She exhales depressedly, she doesn't understand fate, since Everything is the same, so why create Katherine?Could it be that the reason why fate created Katherine is that hundreds of years later, so that the lovelorn Stefan Salvatore can have a sustenance of love?

As night fell, the ceiling of the restaurant slowly opened.

She looked up, and there was a bright moon in the sky, and the moonlight was shining down faintly.

Candlelight dinner, melodious music, favorite flower scent, silver moonlight... This is a more perfect night than perfect, but it's a pity that she is not herself, and the man opposite her regards her as another woman.

Both she and him were shrouded in the moonlight, she glanced at Stefan who was at the opposite table, his affectionate eyes kept falling on "her".

The more affectionate his gaze was, the more she felt that she had been slapped harder, and her whole face was numb, but besides the pain and embarrassment, she also had some delusions after being bewitched.

She sighed inaudibly, staring at the exquisite gardenia ball, brushing her fingers lightly on the napkin, she thought: "Maybe the gardenia on the table is because of me?"

At the same time as this thought came to her, she remembered what Stefan had said, "I would never send you flowers, not even when you were dead."

She laughed out loud, shaking her head at her absurd delusion, she warned herself with a smirk: Katherine, you must understand that the only reason you are sitting here now is because you are like Elena.

"What makes you smile so happily, come~ tell me—" Stefan tried his best to get closer to her inner world.

His courteous, humble, accommodating manner just blew her lungs.

snort!It turned out that Stefan's lofty, haughty, and cold face was only used to deal with her. When he faced Elena, he could be so humble.

Even "Fake Elena" deserves him to show this side!

She didn't dare to look up, she was afraid that her eyes would reveal her anger and jealousy, so she drew circles on the tablecloth with a fork, but she thought viciously in her heart: I am not familiar with "happy", but it is different from "unhappy". Very familiar.

Katherine raised her head, glanced at the waiter standing over there, and said to Stefan with a smile, "I think of the past, when I served people standing up, but now I'm being served sitting down. Fate is naughty, isn't it?"

As she expected, her words instantly made Stefan uneasy, and the ambiguity, lingering, affectionate, sweetness that permeated this night... was swept away immediately.