A little one-shot future!fic
So many times he'd watched her go. He'd watched as she gave him one final glance before turning. Over the years, it'd become habit; she'd push, he'd pull, and eventually, one of them would give in. They'd enjoy it for a little while, but one of them inevitably left. It was usually her. He knew it was his own fault, almost every time. He always pushed just a little too hard, let his vicious possessive side come out, and she'd leave him. Again. And he always hated himself afterwards, drowning his sorrows in the blood of the nearest pretty girl.
So many times she'd left him. She'd turn one last time before turning back and walking away. Over the years, it'd become a habit; she'd pull, he'd push, and eventually one of them would give in. They'd enjoy it for a little while, but one of them inevitably left. It was usually her. She knew it was her fault, almost every time. She was too scared of staying for too long, every time, and always ran at the first sign of commitment, leaving him. Again. And she always hated herself afterwards, drowning her sorrows in the blood of the nearest cute guy.
She always came back. Sometimes he hated her for it, for coming back and continuing the circle of pain. But then again, she was all he had left to really care about in the world, with his family long gone, and even the Salvatore brothers spread across the globe. She was his one remaining constant. But she never seemed to stand still.
She always came back. Sometimes she hated herself for it, for coming back and continuing the circle of pain. But then again, he was all she really had left to care about in the world, with her friends and family long dead, and even the Salvatore brothers spread across the globe. He was her one remaining constant. But she never could stand still.
Sometimes he imagined what life would've been like if they had been humans together. Whether in her time or his, it didn't matter. They would've been able to get legally married (once, because they would only need to once). They would've settled down, had a couple children, maybe. But as they were, she was too scared of what he was. He had no right to force her to stay, not considering all he had put her through.
Sometimes she imagined what life would've been like if they had been humans together. Whether in her times or his, it didn't matter. They would've been able to get legally married (once, because they would only need to once). They would've settled down, had a couple children, maybe. But as they were, he was too good for her to stay. She had no right to stay, not considering all that she would rob him of.
She came back that night. He hadn't expected her for at least another couple years or so. He took in her creamy yellow dress, so like the ones she had worn in the early days, and had put her hair in a loose ponytail. Her skin seemed to glow with life, though he knew it was only an imitation. She crossed the room to him and he watched her legs move. And when she reached him, he could barely take a breath before she stole it from him.
She came back that night. She hadn't expected too for a couple years or so, but she'd made up her mind. She took in his worn grey thermal shirt and his dark grey jeans, so like what he had worn in the early days. He seemed to gain life as he watched her, though she knew it was only an imitation. She crossed the room and took in his deep green eyes. And when she reached him, he stole her breath away.
They talked. They loved. They talked again. She realized the depths of his insecurities, and told him all the things she loved about him to soothe him. He realized the depth of her fear of hurting him, and showed her that he'd love her no matter what. And together, at last, they began to heal.