I try so 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭, but i’m never the one.

Grief constricted those who had to deal with it. Caroline knew how she must feel, at the very least how it feels to lose a person you love. While she hadn't quite lost her father like Elena did, Caroline remembered not wanting to talk to anyone about her own emotions and worries. It had been easier to busy herself with everything, especially school and any extracurricular courses. But with Elena? A part of her wanted to understand more, just to help, just to know how to exactly approach the situation. Though, Caroline was aware of Stefan and the fact, that he'd so easily made Elena smile, warm up again. At the very least she'd have to thank him one day despite not totally being a fan of her failure to be a part in any of this. Seriously messed up, but Caroline simply smiled, unwilling to share any of her inner monologue to her best friend.

"You're being so dramatic for no reason. We don't have to rush through everything in a minute. Maybe just let me breathe for once." Caroline rolled her eyes. There was nothing to talk about, surprisingly. The usual back and forth fell almost flat, like a barrier which Caroline couldn't break through. Like... her mind remained completely blank even if she tried. Still, to look in control, Caroline faked it, not concerned with the actual meaning behind her memory loss. Maybe she simply had too much fun, causing her days to blur at this point. The blonde leaned in closer then after shooting an annoyed grimace at one of the other patrons. Luckily Vicki wasn't here to eavesdrop. "Sorry for snapping at you, Bon, but I really can't tell you," she furrowed her eyebrows. "I did meet a guy, but I promised to keep quiet for now. Ugh," she rolled her eyes and smiled, "Elena's probably happy not hearing from me right now. Have you talked to her in the past few weeks, anyway? She seems so... all over Stefan. Enough about her, or me," Caroline warned, though ended up smiling warmly. "What's going on with you? Anything new?"

Caroline appreciated the late night talks, the coffee dates, the Caroline-planned-everything-up-to-the-very-last-detail trips, which would result in everybody having so much fun. If it wasn't for Bonnie, Caroline wondered if she'd succumbed to more insecurities by now. The obvious light in her life, Bonnie kept it real, especially when Caroline needed a reality check. She grounded the blonde in all the best ways. "We're getting right at it." She had one eyebrow raised, Caroline's smirk unmistakably hinting at something more. Absentmindedly playing with her scarf, her fingers curled around the warm mug filled with chai, Caroline seemed to be in a really good mood. Better than before, visibly... changed. "As much as I'd love to tell you everything, Bon, I seriously can't. Some things just need to be kept secret for now. I hope you don't mind?" she raised her brows, "You can poke me all you like, but I'm fine. I'm really fine," loads of gesturing, her voice pitched higher ever so slightly. This wasn't exactly a topic she wanted to discuss. "For now I'm just enjoying my moment in the sun. "You are not... going to poke my brain with some quote unquote magic, are you, Bon?"

Possibly the nicest back in all of Mystic Falls making his grande return. On a night like this, within the crowd, still sticking out like a sore thumb. Handsome, mysterious, seriously tasty just by the look of it. With Stefan's older brother playing a bigger role in her own story as of late, Caroline still couldn't quite let go of the other. There's no shame in looking. "Almost, we're getting there," Caroline smiled sweetly. At least he acknowledged her. A small win for the blonde.