Hey guys! I'm back! I had this thought for weeks now and I figured that if I wrote it down, it may leave me alone. Hahahaha! Anyways, this is a future fic. I hope you guys enjoy it. Tell me what you think! :) Read away!
She did not realize it would be this soon, after all it's only been what—16 years and she had been everywhere. Almost.
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Elena was always away with Damon and she can't tolerate the guy. She was alone in their dorm room when she learned about Bonnie's death, but she DID know better, missed calls and unanswered voicemails to Bonnie, who by the way replies to her ASAP since fifth grade. She was not fooled, anyways, she is not fancied just by her looks, deep down she knew it, more like she felt it. Its Mystic Falls, nothing bad happens to Mystic Falls. Complete BS, by the way.
She guzzled through 2 tubs of ice cream, allowed her mascara to stain all of her plush pillows, blankets, textbooks and notes. She did cry, a lot actually. She contemplates about going home, but she did not. She figured she'll be completely alone soon—her mother, Matt, eventually nature will take its course. Her merry band of friends were nowhere to be found, and even though they'll find each other, they would not be together forever right? Just take the case of the other supposed best friend, Elena. Luckily, Caroline Forbes lives by a principle—
Practice makes perfect.
—she was alone all the times she was tortured. She feels alone whenever Elena is around, she was again alone, an island surrounded by vast bodies of water. Yet she always survives, she constantly stands back up. She knows the idea of being alone all too well. All too well she thinks that she can be accustomed to it. Little she knows. Little she knows.
She decides she will not wait for Tyler's promises in Whitmore. College life did not sound as appealing as it was during graduation, wanderlust seeps in and she finds herself engrossed to her best idea ever— get out of town.
[Un-original idea if she was being honest. But with the hell with it, she thought of it, now it's her idea.]
She starts with New York, Guggenheim specifically. She takes in everything, a curious pretty creature she is, and she then realized that she wanted it all.
She conquered towns, cities, states and countries, never staying for more than a week. Ample time to have a taste of everything without setting roots.
Tyler contacts her in Alabama. She was "relaxing" enjoying the slow pace of life, after her luxurious and tedious London visit. She was more than happy to be back with him. She was ecstatic and she gushes/ rambles/ eats through all of her words about the places she has been to. Tyler, on the other hand, rushes her to bed, not that she does not want to. But why does everybody hushes her? She thought that this was their forever, but forever a long time, isn't it? Anyways, Alabama's "home" for six months. Tyler found a pack in need of an alpha, and who is the best choice but a hybrid? An unattached vamp-wolf, no packs, no mate. She knew she did not stand a chance, all rooted with the wolves' nature— territorial, travel and lives in packs. Again, just like with Bonnie's death, she did know better. She felt the drift. The drift of wants, the loss of attention, the boredom. They did part as good friends, she thinks.
She was sad yet not hurt. She already knew it was bound to happen. And how did she know? Don't ask her why. She thinks she did not know. Or that's what she is willing to admit.
She was back on her foot in no time, gallivanting around the world. The music, arts and culture, she believed that she cannot ever get enough. Back to the "not for more than a week" rule. She learned, she experienced and then she matured. On her own, she matured in all aspects. Filling gaps and holes in her ideals, she was fulfilled. She saw reason, she understood, she bet her mother's going to be proud.
She came across with Elena and Damon in Ireland. It felt weird, it does not feel close to home for one matter, an awkward conversation, albeit a conversation. A week passed, they headed towards opposite directions.
She sustained. She compelled a telecom company for an unlimited data plan, talks to her mother every time she can. Asks about Mystic Falls, she even learns that no one ever stayed in Mystic Falls. Obviously, Damon and Elena left. Stefan never came back. She wonders how he is doing, if he's with a sober companion. It is enough to say that she is worried about him, yet realizes—its Stefan, everybody loves Stefan, he can be fine. Jeremy attended College, football scholarship. She wishes him a family, in exchange of Bonnie's life. Matt went for Round Two around the world, although she did not know if he's still with Rebekah. She is not surprised, look at her, the world is her oyster. At least, Matt got a tour guide. Not that she mind.
She did not realize it would be this soon, after all it's only been what—16 years and she had been everywhere. Almost.
[She never dared to set foot on Rome, Paris and Tokyo. Of course, she knows why.]
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2030
Royal Street, New Orleans
She wears a long, yellow sun dress, sitting across the Court of Two Sisters against softly glittering glass lights, she pulls out her notebook as she plans her day while enjoying the strolling live jazz and her eggs benedict. The moment she set eyes on the city, she has been itching to list down all of the stuff to be done and to attend to—The Jazz and Heritage Festival, the French Quarter Fest, the Essence Music Fest, the Voodoo Festival. She wants to indulge herself with their exotic food specialties while enjoying their culture and architecture. And, of course, she's in time for the biggest festival of them — the Mardi gras.
And she vows to herself not to leave, even after a week until she has everything New Orleans has to offer.
After all, New Orleans is his favourite city.
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