The aftermath of the night of the comet lingered in the air the next day, like a spark that wouldn't fully fizzle out. Mystic Falls had this strange hush over it, which might've been normal for a small town on any other day, but last night had felt different. Everything had felt different, really, since the start of school. But I pushed that thought aside as I lay sprawled out on the living room couch, scrolling through my texts while half-listening to the TV, and let myself just sink into the normalcy.
Elena was curled up in the armchair nearby, sipping her coffee and flipping through a magazine. We hadn't really talked much about what happened last night since we got home—each of us seemed wrapped up in our own thoughts. But I could feel her glancing over at me every once in a while, and I knew eventually one of us would break the silence.
Jenna walked in from the kitchen, stirring her tea. "You two look… pensive," she said, squinting at us both. "Is this post-event burnout or just regular teenage angst?"
I chuckled. "Probably a little of both."
"I'm going with teenage angst," Elena said, grinning at me, though her eyes had that tiredness to them that hadn't quite gone away since last night.
Jenna's phone buzzed, and she sighed, "I swear, if that's another call from the council…" She walked out, still muttering about council meetings and town drama.
Once we were alone, Elena shifted, her gaze settling on me with a knowing look. "So, about last night…"
"Are we really going to go there?" I sighed, tossing my phone on the coffee table, half-expecting it to light up again with more text notifications.
She raised an eyebrow. "Yes, because you were right there with me. I know you saw him too."
Him. Damon. The guy who showed up out of nowhere, seemingly knowing things about me—more than he should have. I still couldn't shake his intense gaze from my mind. Something about him didn't feel right, but also felt… oddly familiar. I'd spent half the night thinking about it, trying to fit the pieces together. And his cryptic comments didn't help. But just thinking about him made my chest feel like it was tied in a knot.
"Do you think he's connected to the journal we found?" I asked quietly. "I mean, that prophecy and everything… it's way too coincidental, right?"
"Maybe," Elena admitted, tapping her finger on her cup thoughtfully. "But also… it could be totally unrelated. People can be creepy in general."
"True," I laughed, though I knew she was just as curious as I was. "But last night, it was more than creepy. It felt like he was trying to tell me something."
Elena nodded, her face softening. "He looked at you like he knew you."
The doorbell rang, snapping us out of the intensity of the conversation. Jenna, still on the phone with who sounded like one of the council members, waved us off as we got up to answer it.
Standing on the porch were Bonnie and Caroline, each holding huge iced coffees and grinning way too wide for a morning after a night like last night.
"Morning, sleepyheads!" Caroline chirped, stepping in and handing me a coffee. "We figured you'd need some caffeine recovery."
Bonnie followed, giving us a small wave. "And we wanted to know if either of you figured out who that guy was last night."
"Yeah, him showing up out of nowhere like that?" Caroline glanced at Elena. "Almost like he was looking for someone… or maybe someone specific?" Her gaze landed on me with a hint of mischief.
I rolled my eyes. "You guys are reaching. He was probably just someone's random friend or an out-of-town relative."
"Right," Bonnie said, looking at me skeptically. "Because it's totally normal for 'someone's friend' to appear out of the blue and act like they own the place."
"Did he say anything to you?" Caroline asked, leaning in with an almost conspiratorial grin.
"A few vague things," I admitted, taking a sip of my coffee to buy myself a second. "Stuff that didn't make any sense. But honestly, I don't know… maybe I read into it."
Bonnie nudged me. "Well, maybe you should try talking to him again if you ever see him around. Find out what his deal is."
We fell into conversation about everything else then: the event, our teachers, gossip about the weekend. We were supposed to meet later in the afternoon to go over the rest of the decorations for a few other events this semester—Caroline had enthusiastically volunteered us all for it. As much as I wanted to shrug it off, I was actually looking forward to it. These little things, the day-to-day with my friends, had a grounding effect that I really needed right now.
The rest of the day passed quietly. I felt that weird tension building again as night crept in, but for now, everything felt almost back to normal.