Dawson's Point Of View
"There's nothing to tell her." I said flatly.
I leaned back against the headboard.
My jaw clenched immediately afterward because saying her name lately was crazy.
Everything about her had started becoming complicated.
Stefan stared at me for a few seconds.
Then he scoffed.
He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "You know…"
He shook his head. "It's really surprising."
I didn't respond because I already knew where this was going.
He continued. "How you've just accepted your fate."
I stared toward the ceiling but my expression didn't change.
"And somehow you're not doing anything extreme or out of the box to get better." He added.
I finally looked at him. "What exactly do you want me to do?"
He shrugged. "I don't know."
Then his face hardened
