*I do not own any of The Vampire Diaries stories or whatever. My sources are from the show(: *
"Hey, mom. Hey, dad."
I was staring at their engraved names on the tomb. The cold rain was pouring hard on my face. The only source of light was the moon showing only half of its face and a few stars accompanying it.
It was already six months after my parent's death, but it seemed like it was only yesterday I was looking down at their casket watching the ushers burry them down to the ground. I still couldn't understand why the heavens took them from me. All these months I was thinking about that. Every single day yet I didn't get any sign of answers.
I decided to visit mom and dad because⦠well, I always come here when I really miss them. Plus, the things going around are so stressful. Jeremy is doing drugs now. Aunt Jenna is trying to get through Jeremy, but of course that isn't going to work. She's trying to raise both Jeremy and I so it's pretty hard for her. I'm still trying to soak up mom and dad's death after six months they've been gone.
I was telling mom and dad all this. Just after I ended my updates with their names tears began to run down my cheek. Each tear falling down slowly and then quicker. Then my tears turning into sobs.
"Why did you have to leave me? Please give me an answer!!" I was speaking in between breaths making my breathing unsteady.
I was crying in the cold rain in the dark but all that didn't seem to matter to me. In fact I didn't really notice. Until I heard footsteps crackling on the dried leaves. I looked up and saw a figure of a man. I squinted my eyes to get a better view of who was standing in front of me.
"Stefan? What're you doing here?"
"I'm visiting family. Again. Elena. What's wrong?" His voice was with worry. The moon's light was now on his beautiful features. It was like he was glowing, but he was still captivated by my sadness.
"Stefan⦠it's just. It's -." I couldn't continue. My eyes were filled with tears and soon they began to fall down carelessly once again.
"Oh, Elena. Come here." He walked over to me and sat by my side. He wrapped his arms around me and we both sat there. Our wet clothes touching each other. His muscular arms were holding me tightly. "Sh. Sh. Sh. It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. Don't cry."
I don't know why, but somehow the sound of his voice was calming me down. I was glad he came. Though, I was still sobbing and both of us were getting soaking wet.
"Stefan, you don't have to be here. It's okay. I can do this." I was lying.
"No, no, no. It's okay. I'll be here. You shouldn't even be here all alone anyways." He was still embracing me, but about ten minutes later he pulled back and stood up and gave me his hand. "Here, I should bring you home now. Your aunt is probably getting worried. And you need to change. You're going to get sick." I stared at his eyes looking sad as always.
"No, Stefan. Please don't bring me home. Not right now at least."
He dropped his hand and looked at the ground then looked back up. "Alright. Come with me then."
I didn't know whether to go with him or not. I've only known him for four weeks, but something told me to trust him. So I took his hand that he gave me. We walked to his car and he opened the door for me. Wow. Few guys do that I thought. "Where are we going?" I asked as we got in his car.
"We are going to get you cleaned up. We're going to my house," he said smiling at me.
I couldn't help, but smile back. His smile already made me forget about what happened earlier.
