It's so hard for Jeremy to remain seated now too when her face crumples and she bows her head like that.

His hand slides over his face as he wipes the tears away from it, and his chest still feels like it's rupturing. His stomach still feels like it's on fire all twisted up. Jeremy forgot how to live. He didn't have dreams before her, and they all crashed. They all destroyed. His expression crumples when she says she loves him too, and he lowers his head further, can feel the tears falling, and he can't wipe them away fast enough. "I just... feel like you needed space so I was going to give that to you and move out, and--"

He doesn't know either. Jeremy wishes he did because he would give that to her.

"What I need isn't possible."

Jeremy shakes his head as he presses his hands against his face. What he needs is to turn back time and undo that decision, but apparently the tattoo is a part of him. It's in his blood. It's something he somehow got back in Mystic Falls without agents. His chest aches further as he shuts his eyes tightly.

Maybe there's no escaping it like some type of fate.