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[ yes. ]

[ they're standing underneath a canopy of gorgeous stars, and katherine pierce decides to spend her time shopping. yes. ]

I've lived 500 years. I've looked at the stars enough to know they're there.

[ does katherine appreciate the small things in life? no, not really. she stopped doing so a long time ago, although she can't pinpoint when. life had become more about surviving, living each day as though it could be the one where she finally gains control of her own destiny. she'd stopped appreciating everything katerina petrova had held in such high-esteem, and had begun to take it all for granted. ]

[ after all, it'd be waiting for her on the other side, right? ]

[ the photograph of the blue nebula is a surprise in itself, causing katherine great pause. she thinks on her response, rather than giving him one that's a little more from the heart than her strategic mind. the stefan who had given her a photograph of the nebula was a different stefan, one who knew her yet had treated her as though he was over holding grudges, inadvertently teaching her a valuable lesson she's slowly beginning to implement. that stefan is not this stefan, but there's no harm in sharing there's a similarity between the two of them — that stupid bout of compassion, and stupidity overall. ]

Another nebula to add to my slowly growing collection. I have no reason to look out the window now.

But you've never been this close and personal. Even you have to admit that.

[ Seeing the stars and living amongst them are two very different things, and Stefan never thought he would get to say the latter. Maybe Wonderland isn't as bad (or as low budget) as he had originally predicted. ]

Of course you do.
Tell me one thing you've learned since you got here.

[ Even if he suspects it'll be shopping related, every event teaches him a little more about himself. What he could've been, or how he'll react when he's placed under pressure. Stefan doesn't know when they'll go home, but he's determined to enjoy every moment of it. ]

I don't like space.

[ there. are you happy, stefan? except katherine isn't. she's feeling a little reckless, as well as a little pissed. there's a familiar anger bubbling inside of her that she often has better control over (or never quite feels, since katherine's perfected acting as though something's important to her when it's not to lead others astray). but she's perpetually an eighteen year old girl with a lot of anger inside of her and a loneliness that has never quite disappeared, and he's a stupid boy who presses. ]

Not the universe, but space. The free, unavailable, unoccupied space. I don't like having space that I haven't purposefully created for myself. I don't like that this world's so big that I haven't seen all of it, not that I want to. The mansion's cosier. I know where I am and where others are.

I hate looking up at the stars because I don't know what I'm looking at anymore.

[ Even when he asks for the truth, he never seems to expect it.

For a long time, only “.....” flashes on the screen as he writes and rewrites, wondering just how he can articulate the trust he feels. How his heart had sunk upon realizing that he can't continue to play the kind boy from Mystic Falls who had ushered in a young girl and left his home as a newly turned immortal.

Once again, he feels like he's uncovered something he was never meant to handle, abut he asked. He pressed. He needs to tackle this head on.

“I'm sorry” isn't going to cut it with her. ]

I don't think any of us really know.

When I stare up at the stars and count all those blazing lights, I think of how much I've yet to see and how much of the universe I want to meet. Wonderland's only cozy because it's constant. It's familiar in it's unfamiliarity.

It's only natural to hate what you don't know. If we started to label it all, maybe it would be cozy too.

There's a spot I've grown to like, down in one of the parks. [ he sends her the coordinates. ] I'm usually there, if you ever want to know where I am.

[ stefan salvatore really, really sucks, pass it on. ]

[ katherine's response isn't one of hesitation, but she waits before she sends her message on. her dream had been so vivid with that little girl in her arms and stefan lingering in the background. although she knows it isn't true at all, the distance and inability to recognise her, let alone trust her, is something she's dealt with over and over. how many times has he questioned her before she's broken underneath all that pressure? ]

[ that dream hadn't been him manipulating her, but she feels like she has been moulded out of her sharp and unbreakable shape without her realising. ]

And you want me to know.

[ she'd ask if this is an invitation, but katherine pierce knows one when she sees one. it's not because she's five hundred years old, it's because no one's really offered where they are to her these days. spots like parks are often hideaways, locations she discovers upon further investigation. ]

[ it's been awkward between them. she doubts stefan's taken a peak inside of her dreams; since he's become a ghost to her, she's considered doing it to him —
but that niggling thing called trust has stopped her. ]

Of course.

If you know where you are, and where I am, doesn't space feel that much smaller?

[ he feels like he's lit a match, especially after his waltz within a dream with her. How many more times can he hurt her (hurt him) before he learns to turn back? Even he doesn't know.

When he's gone this far? He also knows that maybe he's past the point of no return. Still, he should always give her the option to leave, to start a Stefan-less life should she choose. ]

But the choice is also yours.
I'm sure there's another mall calling your name.

[ that space he speaks of feels that much more suffocating when put into that perspective. but of course, this is katherine pierce, and being close to anyone who doesn't show distaste toward her can make the walls close in. ]

[ she doesn't answer for a long time. spending that time weighing the pros and cons — if she goes, it means something, although she doesn't quite know what that means, and if she doesn't, that persistent feeling of loneliness will remain with her, and katherine doesn't want to be alone in space. ]

Don't stand me up.

[ the space mall can wait for another rainy day. ]

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