No Happy Ending

This is the way you left me, I'm not pretending

No hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending

This is the way that we love, like it's forever

Then live the rest of our lived, but not together.

Elena's POV:

Woke up in the morning, my face looked like a total mess. And then again who was I to complain about my life? I kept reminding myself every morning that there were people facing bigger problems than mine but that just couldn't help. I was going through the same routine - woke up in the morning, wiped all the messed up make up from the previous night, got ready and then went to school, went out with my friends and then laid in bed, cried myself to sleep and started it all over again and for some reason that worked out for me just fine. At some sick point in my life I even convinced myself that what I was living for were those nights when I would just stay in my bed and face all the problems and not necessarily find a way to solve them but realize the importance of the events that took place in my life. Why am I so damaged? That is the question. Well you see, my concept in life is that if you have a family, a best friend and an optimistic way of seeing things you can make it through anything. That just seems so basic for you, now doesn't it? I am craving so badly for these things in my life that I find myself living in the past. The past. I just remember all these tiny moments, but they just mean so much. At times I find myself mumbling in my room how sorry I am. I am so sorry, God, so sorry. What did I do to have all these basic things taken away from me? I am frustrated with myself. And here it is. This is my story. This is me opening up in front of millions of strangers. This is me getting the courage to tell my story. I got this job at a local magazine, I get to write a small article daily, it's like a piece of a journal so I decided to write about the past and how it all fell apart. Oh, I guess I didn't introduce myself. My name is Elena Gilbert, I am 20 years old and writing is my only passion. This is my story, this is the way he left me, it might seem like it has no happy ending but I'd just like to say that it has no ending at all. I am still here, ain't I ?

I am so excited to write for the very first time in an official source - like a magazine so it just has to be perfect and since I don't have much space allocated I have to leave the reader with the main idea of what had truly happened. I was supposed to write about this day that seemed to be so far away for me to reach but as I opened my journal from that time I knew exactly what I had to say. It all started 5 years ago.

It was sometime during the 8th grade. I was anxiously waiting for high school to start, it was just one year away. I could imagine myself as a freshman, finally not being considered "little" anymore. The English class had just started but I wasn't paying attention to the teacher even though everyone in class was doing so. The final exams were a few months away and in order to get into the high school we wanted we had to work harder that year. My phoned buzzed and I took a quick look at the text. I immediately knew who it was from. I smiled at the boy who was sitting next to me as I answered his text under the desk. I was trying to be careful, I didn't want the teacher to see us. He was my best friend. We became really close during that year. He was like a brother. We talked non-stop. It was not only that we messaged each other through the day but we also spent the school breaks together and went out after. We knew everything about each other. I reached that point where I could tell him anything. My friends always used to say that it's crazy how close we are. We basically share all the emotions together and go through them. He smiled at me as I sent him a cute text and I turned my attention to the teacher as she laughed.

"You just can't get enough of her, now can you Damon?" And the whole class began to giggle.

We were used to her little comments about us. I was always her favorite student but with Damon it was different. She disliked him because he always had something to add. He was very stubborn and my teacher could not stand that. We were never truly bothered about her comments, I mean we knew the truth. We were just best friends. I was actually pretty embarrassed at her comment but it just went away. I appreciated the times my English teacher used to be so friendly and nice. The rest of the day was kind of boring.

I arrived home eager to take a bath and as soon as I got into the bathtub my phone buzzed once again. I felt relaxed as the bubbles surrounded my body and replied to Damon.

"'Lena, guess what?"

"What?" I replied curious.

"I like Rose."

As I saw the text, the image of the popular and pretty girl from my school popped up in my mind. She was one year older and just gorgeous. I smiled, I was happy for him. I liked these moment when we could just share things with each other, get closer.

"OMG SO HAPPY FOR YOU."

"You're the first to know Lenaa."

MY heart melted and I felt a rush of happiness going through my body and exploding right in my chest. He had many friends, many best friends actually but knowing that I was the closest to him made me giddy.

"Aww." He didn't need to see my words to know how happy I actually was. As I looked at the number of text messages it increased to 3498 and I wrote him a quick text.

"3499. Your turn now, you know what to write. ;)"

We had this thing. When we reached the 500th message he wrote me a really long and sweet text and since then we take turns. I wrote the 1000th message and now, at 3500 it was his turn. I was looking anxiously at the screen, I couldn't wait to see what he had come up with.

"I love you Elena. You're like the best sister anyone could ask for. I spend every second thinking of you and it just makes sense, you and me. It feels like we're family."

As I saw his text message I nearly teared up. It was the first time I had ever heard those 3 words coming from him and it just seemed like such a big deal. It just seemed like my life finally made sense. There's no greater feeling than knowing that your feelings are returned with the same intensity.

"I love you too. Cutest 3500 message."

As the day went on we continued talking. As I am looking now at this moment it seems so pure and specific to the young age. It just seems real and I'm sure that at that point it was. I am sure that those feelings and attraction that we felt towards each other in a friendly way at the time was 100% sincere.

I smiled at the page from my diary. Once again it all came back in flashes...

I started to write an email to the magazine with the perfect article.

Chapter 1

Like a relationship, a friendship is a road that has its highlights and moments full of shame and hurtful words and actions that affect us in different ways but you know what, it is all worth it. You look at it from the future and you are nothing but proud that you have made it. Want to know my secret? It wasn't until he, my best friend confessed his feelings that I realized how fond I was of him. That moment seemed like more than a highlight cause I was going to carry it with me for the rest of my life and so should you dear readers. You should cherish those moments with every living bone from your body until they are gone cause believe me, at some point they are going to be nothing but pain. To end this on a happy note I want to say that since we told each other how much we cared - loved we took our brother-sister relationship to another level. We felt like we had our own family, like we didn't need anything but each other. I chose to write about this in the very first chapter cause it felt like a beginning. See you tomorrow.

Yours only, Elena.

AN: Please review and let me know if you want me to continue with the story, if you like it.