Memories
Jodi Picoult: And a photo says that moment you were happy and I wanted to trap that. A photo says you were so important to me that I left everything to come and watch you.
Summary: Elena and Damon are driving off to pick up Jeremy and these are the thoughts running through her head.
There are times when she's genuinely unsure of what she feels.
All she knows is that she's not complete without him. Which him though? That question gets her every time.
She knows she loves Stefan. And that it will always be Stefan. (how incredibly original of you Elena) and she knows this because he reminds of everything that is a promise, that is security, that is forever.
But then she remembers that Damon made promises to her too. (I Promise. I will never leave you again.) (I will always choose you) (But I love you Elena.) That he too is security. (Whose going to save your life when your off making decisions?) (I can't protect you Elena) (Get your ass out of that door before I throw you over my shoulder and take you out myself) And that he too is a semblance of forever, he's not going anywhere (i care too much, how ironic is that?)
She remembers all these hauntingly clear memories like- like if she always feels whole with Stefan around than with Damon at least she never feels bored (Irritated maybe. Furious often. But never bored.) there had been too many times when he'd made her laugh, too many times when he'd made her forget even in the ugliest depths of her despair what was bothering her in the first place, times when he'd touched her, held her, carried her, comforted her, kissed her and she'd looked at him a certain way that she hadn't realized she'd once looked at Stefan.
But he's not Stefan (how about you stop trying ho turn me into him?) and she can't fool herself into believing that those arms will ever hold her so lovingly or touch her so soothingly or comfort her so perfectly or carry her so princely or kiss her so sweetly.
He isn't a prince, he carries her too easily and too casually and yet too closely like a villain. His kisses are full of too much fire. And when he holds her it's a tad bit too possessive. Like they have something she has with no one else.
But he makes her laugh. When she wants to cry, he makes her laugh. And Elena is tripping over all the bad things she wants to tell him he is when he does that eyebrow raising thing and she catches herself smirking.
She loves Stefan. She never stopped loving Stefan.
But at some point she thinks she stopped missing him.
Only she can't stay mad at Damon for too long (He just sort of snuck up in me) and when she sneaks a peek at him while he drives her to Jeremy's she can only think that at least when she's with him, she can never, ever remember being bored.
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