"I love you." He spoke in a soft tone as he watched her back away in the darkness and away from him while he found himself moving towards her, not able to let her go let alone want to. Tonight wasn't going as planned, tonight was supposed to be the moment that they were going to leave Mystic for good. They had packed their bags, said their goodbyes and were meant to leave by morning but something or someone had to ruin the plan all over again. And that someone was Stefan Salvatore.
He should've known this day would come, that Elena wasn't meant to be his and that she would only go back to the other vampire. He told himself that he shouldn't let himself open up to her like he did Caroline, and he told himself that he shouldn't have held her as close and told her that he loved her that many times when the words were only going to be dead to her after a while. But – he didn't. Because he thought that for once he was going to be the guy for her, the one that took care of her and loved her and didn't leave her to control his urges, feelings or whatever the Salvatore left to do. The point was that he was losing there as he stood out in the woods with her, telling himself that this was a dream and that he would wake up next to her and it would all be over. But it wasn't, not with the look on her face that said everything – the look of goodbye.
"I'm sorry Tyler, I can't." The vampire told him, her voice soft trying her hardest not to show any emotion just so she could make this easier on herself, and hopefully him. He couldn't let her go, he didn't want to let her go – not when letting her go meant that he was going to be alone, that he wasn't going to have anyone now that his mother was no longer around along with everyone else. They all left him, everyone always left him and here the one person that he never wanted to leave him was doing it – and he didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what to say to keep her there with him so they could leave in the morning together to leave this all behind, to live together forever in their own little fantasy world that they seemed to have.
Or that he had. His eye lids brimmed with tears as he watched her, his feet moving towards her as he wrapped his arms around her waist – pressing his lips to the side of her neck, shoulder, jaw, cheek – lips. Anywhere that he could to get her to snap out of this, to snap out of him – she had to know that he was the one that needed her, that he was the one that couldn't be without her now. But she didn't, not when she simply pulled away from him but not before leaving one last soft kiss on his lips. "Goodbye, Tyler." She whispered, and before he knew it she was gone – the tears that were brimmed before leaked down the flesh of his cheeks as he ran through the woods trying to find her, trying to pick up her scent to get to stay with her but she was already gone. "No!" He screamed, fist pounding against the nearest tree while he sank down against the trunk face buried in his hands. "Don't leave me."
