The successivo morning.
Pretty much the entire population of Mystic Falls was gathered outside the Lockwood Mansion. Sheriff Forbes was standing on a small stage, behind a microphone. She was saying some nice words about Tyler.
Carol sat on the front row, Caroline successivo to her. Caroline’s face was wet from tears, but Carol hadn’t shed a single tear yet. The pain was too deep for tears to take it away.
“Mind if I sit here?” a British voice asked. Caroline recognized it, but didn’t look up. She nodded and Klaus sat down.
“It’s really sad, isn’t it?”
Without looking at him Caroline mumbled:...
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