Stefan was sitting on the chair da his desk, Leggere the first book he picked up from the shelf while glancing every few minuti trough the window, so he can see the beauty of twilight in Mystic Falls. The sun was almost gone, but the parts of it that were still in the sky were coloring the Earth in such pretty colors.
„Excuse me" – he heard a voice behind him. He turned around and saw Elena standing on his doorstep. At the moment, he was drowning in the sweetness of her voice, and his breath was taken da her beauty. He haven't seen her for a week, and he thought that in that time she got più beautiful, if that's even possible. He closed the book and got up from the chair.
„Do te maybe know where Damon is?" – she asked while glancing all over his room.
„No, I haven't seen him today" – he replied. She looked like she didn't even heard a word he said. She was too busy with looking all over his room. That amused Stefan.
„Please, come in" – he finally said.
She looked at him confused, then realized he probably caught her looking around the room like an idiot. She smiled and stepped in the room.
„Wow" – she detto silently. „I was never in this room before. But.." – she touched the superiore, in alto of his dresser with her finger.
„But what?" – he asked.
„Everything seems so familiar" – she replied. She was sure she was never in that room before. There were so many rooms in the house, but Elena never had a desire to explore them, since she was convinced every room is the same. Same room with same wooden floors, with big letto and big cabinets. But Stefan's room was different, it was più personal. And even though she didn't know him, all the things in his room were saying something.. and when she saw them, she had a feeling like she knew that man all along. And she couldn't get rid of the feeling like she knows this room as well as her own. Like these four walls were once her home. And that feeling scared her, but in the same time it made her feel safe.
„So, where do te know Damon from?" – Stefan asked when Elena stopped in front of his bed.
„Oh, I know Damon.." – and then she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember the exact moment when Damon came in her life. It was like he was always there, but in the same time she knew he wasn't. She remembered he wasn't always that nice, and that there was time when she didn't like him that much. „I guess I know Damon for a very long time."
Stefan saw the confusion on her face, and he didn't want to confuse her any more.
„What brings te to Mystic Falls?" – she asked while sitting on his bed.
„I came to visit my brother."
„Oh come on, both te and me know that's not true" – she smiled to him. „It's because of a girl, isn't it?"
„Yes, it's because of a girl" – Stefan smiled back to her.
„Is she nice?" – Elena asked.
„She's the best" – Stefan replied while sitting on the letto successivo to her.
„Tell me più about her" – Elena surprised herself with her curiosity about Stefan's life.
„She's caring, and loving, and selfless. She always puts other people in the first place. She would be willing to put other people's happiness before her own. She always made me laugh, even when I felt like crying. And when I was holding her in my arms, I felt like I'm home" – Stefan kept talking while looking her in the eyes. And even though she didn't know it, he was talking about her.
„Is she pretty?" – Elena asked excited.
„I think she has no idea how. She's the most beautiful woman in the world. She has long brown hair, and big brown shiny eyes, just like you. Her lips are the softest thing in the world, and every line of her face is perfectly shaped."
Elena smiled to him.
„Did she break your heart?" – she asked very silently.
„It's not her fault. I think I broke hers first" – Stefan couldn't look her in the eyes anymore, so he kept looking at the floor.
„Do te miss her?"
„Very much."
„So, what are te doing here then?"
Stefan raised his head and looked her back in the eyes.
„I don't know" – he replied with a husky voice. „Waiting for a miracle, I guess."
She smiled to him with pity, then moved her look from his face and looked trough the window. And then he noticed her eyes. They were full of pain. He remembered those eyes. She had the exact same look when he met her for the first time. Like no one understands her, like she's all alone in the world. Like she has all this problems and no one to share them with, because she doesn't want to burden other people with her thoughts. She looked like she's all alone in the world.
„Why are te so sad, Elena?" – he asked her.
She moved her look back to him, not sure should she tell him. Not sure can she. Not sure what to say in the first place.
„I feel.. empty" – she whispered.
He almost teared up when she detto those words, but he knew he has to be strong for her.
„Empty how?" – he was interested.
„I feel like a part of my is missing" – she continued while gazing trough the window. „Like there is a part of me someone took away. I feel incomplete. Maybe that part of me was always missing, I just never noticed. Maybe I still have to find it. But sometimes I feel like I can't breathe. And every time I try to smile it feels wrong. I feel lost" – she moved her head and looked back at him.
„Well, do te Amore Damon?" – the domanda just crawled from his mouth, and in the successivo secondo he regretted it, because he was afraid of the answer.
„Yes" – she detto without thinking twice. „But I'm not in Amore with him. If I was, if I loved him that way, he would be able to fill that emptiness inside of me, wouldn't he?"
Stefan simply nodded.
„I don't know why I'm telling te this" – she smiled and looked at the floor. „You're just a stranger."
And to her, he was. But she had a feeling about him, feeling she couldn't explain. o understand for that matter. He was just a stranger, but in the same time, she felt like she can tell him anything. Like he's the only one who will understand her. Like he's the only one who is willing to listen. Like he's the only one who actually cares when he asks why is she sad. And that feeling scared Elena, because he was a stranger with whom she is talking for the secondo time in her life, and she already feels like she can trust him più than most people. And as much as the feeling scared her, it gave her hope.
And the only thing Stefan wanted to do is to take her in his arms and to tell her everything will be fine. He wanted to comfort her, and he wanted to guide her home. Seeing her like that was breaking his heart, because behind Elena's eyes was some completely different girl. Someone who Stefan once knew, but so long fa that sometimes that girl seemed like a ghost of distant past.
„Every friend was once a stranger" – he replied to her.
She smiled to him widely.
„I'd like that" – she nodded her head. „For us to be friends."
„I'd like that very much too" – Stefan replied.
Elena bumped into his shoulder with hers. And she felt something. Something that she couldn't even explain to herself, simply because the feeling was unknown. But it was like electricity going trough her body, starting from the place where her shoulder touched his, going straight to hear heart, and from there, trough her whole body. In that moment, she caught his look, and thought he felt it too. But as soon as she made eye contact with him, he looked away, so she told herself that's just her imagination.
„You know, me and Damon go everyday after sunset to Mystic Grill. Since he's not here, would te like to come with me, and meet my friends? I'm sure you'll like them, especially Caroline. I have a feeling te two might hit it off" – Elena said.
Stefan smiled to her.
„Sounds like a plan."
„Well, let's go then" – Elena jumped on her own two feet and started walking towards the door.
Stefan picked up the giacca that was laying on his letto and followed Elena. He had a feeling like he's meeting the Amore of his life all over again, and as much as she was different from the girl he was holding in his arms the last time, he had a feeling like he could fall in Amore with this girl too. He had a feeling that he would fall in Amore with every version of Elena there is. Because no matter how different she seems, Stefan had a feeling she's completely the same.
„Excuse me" – he heard a voice behind him. He turned around and saw Elena standing on his doorstep. At the moment, he was drowning in the sweetness of her voice, and his breath was taken da her beauty. He haven't seen her for a week, and he thought that in that time she got più beautiful, if that's even possible. He closed the book and got up from the chair.
„Do te maybe know where Damon is?" – she asked while glancing all over his room.
„No, I haven't seen him today" – he replied. She looked like she didn't even heard a word he said. She was too busy with looking all over his room. That amused Stefan.
„Please, come in" – he finally said.
She looked at him confused, then realized he probably caught her looking around the room like an idiot. She smiled and stepped in the room.
„Wow" – she detto silently. „I was never in this room before. But.." – she touched the superiore, in alto of his dresser with her finger.
„But what?" – he asked.
„Everything seems so familiar" – she replied. She was sure she was never in that room before. There were so many rooms in the house, but Elena never had a desire to explore them, since she was convinced every room is the same. Same room with same wooden floors, with big letto and big cabinets. But Stefan's room was different, it was più personal. And even though she didn't know him, all the things in his room were saying something.. and when she saw them, she had a feeling like she knew that man all along. And she couldn't get rid of the feeling like she knows this room as well as her own. Like these four walls were once her home. And that feeling scared her, but in the same time it made her feel safe.
„So, where do te know Damon from?" – Stefan asked when Elena stopped in front of his bed.
„Oh, I know Damon.." – and then she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember the exact moment when Damon came in her life. It was like he was always there, but in the same time she knew he wasn't. She remembered he wasn't always that nice, and that there was time when she didn't like him that much. „I guess I know Damon for a very long time."
Stefan saw the confusion on her face, and he didn't want to confuse her any more.
„What brings te to Mystic Falls?" – she asked while sitting on his bed.
„I came to visit my brother."
„Oh come on, both te and me know that's not true" – she smiled to him. „It's because of a girl, isn't it?"
„Yes, it's because of a girl" – Stefan smiled back to her.
„Is she nice?" – Elena asked.
„She's the best" – Stefan replied while sitting on the letto successivo to her.
„Tell me più about her" – Elena surprised herself with her curiosity about Stefan's life.
„She's caring, and loving, and selfless. She always puts other people in the first place. She would be willing to put other people's happiness before her own. She always made me laugh, even when I felt like crying. And when I was holding her in my arms, I felt like I'm home" – Stefan kept talking while looking her in the eyes. And even though she didn't know it, he was talking about her.
„Is she pretty?" – Elena asked excited.
„I think she has no idea how. She's the most beautiful woman in the world. She has long brown hair, and big brown shiny eyes, just like you. Her lips are the softest thing in the world, and every line of her face is perfectly shaped."
Elena smiled to him.
„Did she break your heart?" – she asked very silently.
„It's not her fault. I think I broke hers first" – Stefan couldn't look her in the eyes anymore, so he kept looking at the floor.
„Do te miss her?"
„Very much."
„So, what are te doing here then?"
Stefan raised his head and looked her back in the eyes.
„I don't know" – he replied with a husky voice. „Waiting for a miracle, I guess."
She smiled to him with pity, then moved her look from his face and looked trough the window. And then he noticed her eyes. They were full of pain. He remembered those eyes. She had the exact same look when he met her for the first time. Like no one understands her, like she's all alone in the world. Like she has all this problems and no one to share them with, because she doesn't want to burden other people with her thoughts. She looked like she's all alone in the world.
„Why are te so sad, Elena?" – he asked her.
She moved her look back to him, not sure should she tell him. Not sure can she. Not sure what to say in the first place.
„I feel.. empty" – she whispered.
He almost teared up when she detto those words, but he knew he has to be strong for her.
„Empty how?" – he was interested.
„I feel like a part of my is missing" – she continued while gazing trough the window. „Like there is a part of me someone took away. I feel incomplete. Maybe that part of me was always missing, I just never noticed. Maybe I still have to find it. But sometimes I feel like I can't breathe. And every time I try to smile it feels wrong. I feel lost" – she moved her head and looked back at him.
„Well, do te Amore Damon?" – the domanda just crawled from his mouth, and in the successivo secondo he regretted it, because he was afraid of the answer.
„Yes" – she detto without thinking twice. „But I'm not in Amore with him. If I was, if I loved him that way, he would be able to fill that emptiness inside of me, wouldn't he?"
Stefan simply nodded.
„I don't know why I'm telling te this" – she smiled and looked at the floor. „You're just a stranger."
And to her, he was. But she had a feeling about him, feeling she couldn't explain. o understand for that matter. He was just a stranger, but in the same time, she felt like she can tell him anything. Like he's the only one who will understand her. Like he's the only one who is willing to listen. Like he's the only one who actually cares when he asks why is she sad. And that feeling scared Elena, because he was a stranger with whom she is talking for the secondo time in her life, and she already feels like she can trust him più than most people. And as much as the feeling scared her, it gave her hope.
And the only thing Stefan wanted to do is to take her in his arms and to tell her everything will be fine. He wanted to comfort her, and he wanted to guide her home. Seeing her like that was breaking his heart, because behind Elena's eyes was some completely different girl. Someone who Stefan once knew, but so long fa that sometimes that girl seemed like a ghost of distant past.
„Every friend was once a stranger" – he replied to her.
She smiled to him widely.
„I'd like that" – she nodded her head. „For us to be friends."
„I'd like that very much too" – Stefan replied.
Elena bumped into his shoulder with hers. And she felt something. Something that she couldn't even explain to herself, simply because the feeling was unknown. But it was like electricity going trough her body, starting from the place where her shoulder touched his, going straight to hear heart, and from there, trough her whole body. In that moment, she caught his look, and thought he felt it too. But as soon as she made eye contact with him, he looked away, so she told herself that's just her imagination.
„You know, me and Damon go everyday after sunset to Mystic Grill. Since he's not here, would te like to come with me, and meet my friends? I'm sure you'll like them, especially Caroline. I have a feeling te two might hit it off" – Elena said.
Stefan smiled to her.
„Sounds like a plan."
„Well, let's go then" – Elena jumped on her own two feet and started walking towards the door.
Stefan picked up the giacca that was laying on his letto and followed Elena. He had a feeling like he's meeting the Amore of his life all over again, and as much as she was different from the girl he was holding in his arms the last time, he had a feeling like he could fall in Amore with this girl too. He had a feeling that he would fall in Amore with every version of Elena there is. Because no matter how different she seems, Stefan had a feeling she's completely the same.
