Isaac leaned back in his chair at the Grill, nursing a drink he probably shouldn’t be having, but the sting in his chest and the ache in his head from the events of the past few days had him numb. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he didn’t bother checking it. He didn’t care right now. Everything felt like a blur, and his brain couldn’t keep up with the mess of thoughts.

He took a sip, the alcohol burning in his throat, but it helped dull the chaos in his head.

Matt was behind the bar, glancing over occasionally, probably making sure Isaac didn’t get too out of hand. He’d let Isaac have a drink, not bothering to check IDs anymore—Matt had known Isaac since he was a kid. It didn’t hurt to bend the rules now and then, especially with everything Isaac had been dealing with.

“Another one?” Matt called from across the bar, but Isaac waved him off, wanting to just sit and be alone with his thoughts.

He was about to take another sip when someone slid into the seat next to him.

Isaac glanced over, surprised to see Damon Salvatore, the guy who was always around but never really part of anything. They’d crossed paths once before, but that was it. Isaac didn’t know what to make of him—he was a stranger, yet something about Damon always seemed... different. The kind of guy who exuded power and danger. The kind of guy Isaac had always been warned to steer clear of.

“You look like you’re trying to drink away your problems,” Damon said, his tone casual but piercing.

Isaac shrugged, staring into his glass. “I’m not doing much of anything. Just… here.”

Damon let out a soft chuckle, taking a sip of his own drink. “That’s the thing about running away from your problems. They always catch up with you.”

Isaac’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t respond immediately. He wasn’t sure what Damon meant by that, but something in his eyes told Isaac that maybe, just maybe, this guy understood more than he let on.

“You look like you’ve got that lost puppy look about you,” Damon added with a smirk. “Been there. Seen it. Done it.”

Isaac met Damon’s eyes, the weight of his words sinking in. “Yeah? How’d you get over it?”

Damon’s gaze softened, but just for a moment before it turned back to a smirk. “You don’t. You just get used to it.”

Isaac wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be comforting or not. Damon was enigmatic, his presence both intimidating and strangely familiar. It was almost as if Damon could see into Isaac’s soul, recognize the mess inside him, and yet, there was no judgment, only a detached understanding.

“You remind me of someone,” Damon said, almost to himself, though his gaze was locked on Isaac. “Someone I used to know. Young. Full of potential. Just trying to figure things out in a world that doesn’t give a damn.”

Isaac frowned, his curiosity piqued. “Who?”

Damon looked down at his drink for a moment, as if considering how much he should reveal. Then he chuckled, a dark, almost regretful sound. “Doesn’t matter. He’s long gone now.”

Isaac felt a pang in his chest, a flicker of recognition. He couldn’t help but wonder if Damon was talking about himself. There was something in the way Damon said it—too much experience, too many layers—that made Isaac think maybe Damon wasn’t just a charming, mysterious stranger. Maybe he understood the mess of being young, confused, and searching for something more.

“You ever feel like you’re caught between two worlds?” Isaac asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Damon looked at him sharply, his eyes studying Isaac for a long moment. “I know exactly how that feels.” He leaned back in his chair, the slightest smirk curling at his lips. “It doesn’t get better. You just get better at pretending it does.”

Isaac wasn’t sure what to say to that. He couldn’t tell if Damon was trying to help or if he was just giving him a cold dose of reality, but there was something comforting about the raw honesty in Damon’s words. He didn’t try to sugarcoat anything.

“So, what do you do?” Isaac asked, now more curious than ever. “When you realize the world doesn’t give a damn and you’re stuck in the middle of it?”

Damon’s smile flickered. “You survive. And sometimes, you make the world care... just enough to get by.”

Isaac let that settle in, the weight of his own questions starting to feel a little less heavy. He didn’t know if Damon was offering any answers, but for a brief moment, he didn’t feel so alone in this.

“Just make sure you don’t lose yourself along the way,” Damon added, standing up. “Not everyone gets the chance to come back from that.”

Isaac sat in silence as Damon left, the lingering words echoing in his mind. He didn’t know if Damon was trying to help him, or just speaking from his own experiences, but either way, Isaac couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, this guy had seen things Isaac wasn’t ready to understand.

And that terrified him.

But it also made him wonder if he might have a lot more in common with Damon Salvatore than he ever realized.

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Isaac stared at his phone for a moment before finally pressing the dial button. Bonnie’s name flashed on the screen, and he felt a mix of emotions surge through him. He hadn’t talked to her much lately, not since everything had gotten so complicated. But now, he needed to hear her voice.

The phone rang a couple of times before Bonnie picked up.

"Hey," her voice was soft but tired, like she’d been thinking about something heavy. "How are you?"

Isaac leaned back in his chair, trying to shake off the thoughts that had been running through his mind. "I’m good. Better now that I’m hearing your voice."

Bonnie’s voice softened, and there was a hint of a smile on the other end. "I missed you."

"Yeah, me too," Isaac muttered, wishing things were simpler, wishing he could just let go of everything for once.

There was a brief pause before Bonnie spoke again, as though trying to find the right words. "Look, I know things have been... weird between us. I just... I don’t know how to handle everything that’s been going on. With my family. With everything."

Isaac’s heart ached hearing the vulnerability in her voice. He’d been feeling that same weight, the same confusion. "Bonnie, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain. I get it. I do. There’s a lot of crazy stuff happening, and none of it makes sense."

Bonnie sighed on the other end. "Yeah, it feels like the whole world’s turned upside down, and none of us have a clue what’s going on."

Isaac didn’t know how to tell her everything he was learning, how to tell her about the supernatural things that were starting to feel like a permanent part of his life now. He didn’t even know if he could trust her with that. The truth about vampires, hunters, everything he’d seen—it was hard to wrap his mind around, let alone share it.

"I’ve been thinking about all of this a lot," Isaac said slowly. "About everything. And... I think maybe we don’t even know the half of it yet."

Bonnie’s voice dropped, as though she was waiting for him to say something more. "What do you mean? The half of what?"

Isaac hesitated, biting his lip. "I don’t know, Bonnie. I just feel like there’s more to all of this. Like... there’s stuff going on that we don’t even see, and I’m starting to think I might be getting pulled into it."

Bonnie was quiet for a long time, and Isaac could hear her breathing softly on the other end. When she finally spoke, her words were filled with hesitation. "What if we’re not the only ones involved? What if there are things—things we don’t understand—around us? I’ve been feeling... like something’s off, Isaac. Like something’s missing. Or maybe it’s right in front of us, and we don’t see it."

Isaac’s stomach churned. He had no idea that Bonnie had been thinking the same thing, but hearing her say it made his unease grow. He swallowed hard. "You’re saying... what? Like, you think there’s more to all of this? More than we know?"

"Yeah," Bonnie replied, voice steady despite the uncertainty in her words. "I don’t know what it is. But something doesn’t add up. I can feel it. It’s like... there are pieces of a puzzle, and we’re missing all the key parts."

Isaac nodded even though Bonnie couldn’t see him. "I know what you mean. It’s like there’s a whole side to this world that nobody talks about, and it’s just... out of reach."

Bonnie sighed again, and Isaac could almost picture her, her brow furrowed in concentration. "It feels like there’s more... that we don’t know about the people around us. Like, they have secrets. Like... I don’t know. It’s like everything’s tangled up together, and we’re trying to untangle it, but we’re stuck."

Isaac’s mind raced, and for a brief moment, the truth he’d been avoiding almost slipped out. He could tell Bonnie the truth—everything about the supernatural world, about the vampires and hunters and everything in between. But something held him back. There was so much that was still uncertain, and part of him wasn’t sure if he was ready to share it all, especially not with Bonnie. He wasn’t sure she’d believe him, or if it would put her in danger.

"I don’t know, Bonnie," he said quietly, trying to mask the weight in his voice. "It’s just... it’s a lot. And I don’t think we’re ready for it. Not yet."

Bonnie paused, and Isaac could hear her mulling over his words. "Maybe not. But we will be. We just need time."

Isaac’s stomach tightened, and he glanced out the window, half-expecting to see something strange lurking outside. "Yeah, maybe. But sometimes, I think the more we dig, the more we find out, the worse it gets."

Bonnie’s voice softened, as if she was trying to reassure him. "We’ll figure it out. Together."

Isaac smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Yeah. Together."

Both of them knew there were things they weren’t saying, things they couldn’t say—not yet. But somehow, they both sensed that the truth, the real truth, was much darker than either of them could ever have imagined.

And it was coming for them.

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