Ghosts That We Knew

"Now there are graves in the field where she used to dance and laugh. He could almost see her now, twirling and smiling as she moved between the headstones." Elijah/OC

Prologue


"And hold me still, bury my heart next to yours" - Ghosts That We Knew, Mumford And Sons (live version)

There was much to be said about Mystic Falls Graveyard. The history was there, sure, but he doesn't recall a time where the graves littered the grass and the trees. There once was grass, flowers, and just open space. To be replaced with such a dark and gloomy place only served to darken her memory, to mock him about her fate.

He walks a path that he used to take with her every day they would met, a young girl from the village across the way. She had such a bright smile, bright green eyes and black hair that rested on her shoulder in a braid. He was sure that he would be the one to marry her one day, though she almost seemed too free to be someone's wife.

He settled to just love her, instead.

There is now a white stone bench in the place where they used to lay in the grass, her head resting against his shoulder as they would talk or she would just rest in his arms. He sat down, looking out at the graves. The grass isn't as green any more, the soil underneath holding bodies of many people.

Now there are graves in the field where she used to dance and laugh. He could almost see her now, twirling and smiling as she moved between the headstones. He avoided such a place for a reason, and he couldn't help but allow the memories.

To hear her voice, to see her face.

He had promised that he would remember her if they were ever separated, and he was a man of his word. The memories of her played out in front of his eyes like a movie, the graves fading.