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Stefan glared back into the woman’s eyes, noting no feeling of familiarity. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’re not my sister,” he said through clenched teeth, his words like razors. He pulled himself away from her, just to push her shoulder back against the wall as he backed away.

“My sister is dead. She, along with my brother and father died a   long    time ago,” Stefan took a few more steps away, his back to the woman as he twisted his daylight ring around his finger. He could feel the ghost of her hand on his cheek still, something that his sister did to comfort him when they were young. He shook his head, shaking the foggy memory away with it.

Of course when Stefan pushed her away, she frowned and she watched what he did after that. She knew that him reacting he way he did was something she actually wanted from him.

“Stefan…” Sam called out to him. “You know it’s me. I am here. I am sorry that they made you believe that I was dead when I am in fact here. I don’t know if someone compelled you to forget me but I need you to remember. “ she said. “Look at me Stefan…”

Stefan continued to spin his daylight ring around his finger, his eyes searching the plain wall in front of him as thoughts raced through his mind. His hand touched his face where her hand just was. “She’s dead. he’s dead…they’re all dead…” Stefan’s voice was quiet and urgent, trying to remind himself of the truth he’s known for decades. Her voice snapped him back to reality, and his gut filled with rage. 

“I don’t want to remember. I am the way I am. Whatever was or wasn’t compelled, I don’t care. It’s better not caring. No emotions to tie me down.”

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