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Quick and painless — that was a lie. There was nothing quick or painless about having your neck broken. Maybe it seemed quick and relatively painless to the inflicter and the observer, but to the one experiencing that 'quick and painless' death, the brief moments that seemed to go on for hours and sharp spikes of pain unlike anything you've ever felt before said otherwise.
It hurt. It hurt a lot, and the darkness that enveloped him while he waited out his return wasn't exactly what you'd call comforting. Unsettling was more like it. There was nothing. Nothing but a dark veil cast over you, like you were underwater and unable to surface.
But eventually that ice cracked and Matt surged past it, taking a great big gulp of air that went rushing into his lungs so powerfully it startled him. He bolted upright, bumping against the cool metal of the railing that gnashed against the line of his spine. Vision still blurry, a rush of sounds assaulted him: birds, footsteps, voices, and the distinct sound of waves slapping against the side of a boat.
He'd only been on a boat once, with Elena's family out at the lake before her parents passed away, but the sound of water rushing against the side of a boat stuck with him as one of the most soothing sounds he's ever heard.
It had him twisting around and grasping the railing to peer down over it, to try and get an idea of where the hell he was. Had Damon gone back on his word and done away with his body? Had Elena? Had their attempt to get her to turn it back on gone awry?
Matt couldn't say. All he knew was that he wasn't where he should be, this wasn't exactly a boat, and there was a strong possibility that the ring hadn't worked like Damon said he would and death was having a good laugh at his expense over daring to trust the word of a Salvatore.
It hurt. It hurt a lot, and the darkness that enveloped him while he waited out his return wasn't exactly what you'd call comforting. Unsettling was more like it. There was nothing. Nothing but a dark veil cast over you, like you were underwater and unable to surface.
But eventually that ice cracked and Matt surged past it, taking a great big gulp of air that went rushing into his lungs so powerfully it startled him. He bolted upright, bumping against the cool metal of the railing that gnashed against the line of his spine. Vision still blurry, a rush of sounds assaulted him: birds, footsteps, voices, and the distinct sound of waves slapping against the side of a boat.
He'd only been on a boat once, with Elena's family out at the lake before her parents passed away, but the sound of water rushing against the side of a boat stuck with him as one of the most soothing sounds he's ever heard.
It had him twisting around and grasping the railing to peer down over it, to try and get an idea of where the hell he was. Had Damon gone back on his word and done away with his body? Had Elena? Had their attempt to get her to turn it back on gone awry?
Matt couldn't say. All he knew was that he wasn't where he should be, this wasn't exactly a boat, and there was a strong possibility that the ring hadn't worked like Damon said he would and death was having a good laugh at his expense over daring to trust the word of a Salvatore.
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She takes a breath, trying to figure out how best to explain it. For her it was so long ago, and she's simply glad to have Matt here and be able to talk to him again. But she knows that he can't tell that by looking at her.
"Do I think that it was the best plan? No. He killed you, Matt." And that is never okay ever, magical ring or not. "Especially considering we know what those rings can do if you wear them for too long."
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He doesn't mean to sound so clipped, but Matt did what he thought he had to do. Everybody else had given up on Elena and Damon, even though his plan was nuts and reckless, was willing to give it one last try. And so was Matt. He owed it to her and would gladly do it again.
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It's Elena. Caroline was ready to do anything to have her best friend back then too. But at the same time, letting Damon snap Matt's neck on the off chance that it would get her to turn her humanity back on, it doesn't seem like a sane plan. Getting her to unleash her grief by giving her more is cruel at best.
"I just worry that one day those magic fixes that we expect to work, won't."
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Matt didn't put much faith in them, to be honest. He let Vicki talk him into putting his faith in magic once and it blew up in his face. He would take the risks for his friends, but he still feared that one day he'd wake up and find out that none of this was real or that it was all falling apart. The magic would die and everyone would just... fade away.
Leaving him alone.
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And there's that mischievous Caroline Forbes smile that no one wants to see, ever.
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Good news, yes. He could use some positivity in a world that's been mostly negative since that night his truck took a plunge in the river.
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Okay, maybe not the good news he's hoping for, but it's certainly a distraction from much more serious topics.
"I feel like we both could use a drink right about now."
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Lead the way, Caroline.
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