Summary: This story is a continuation on Elena's thoughts from 3x11 "Our Town" as she is standing in her doorway watching Damon walk away. It's really short and my first FF so please give it a shot and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: This is just a straight up Fan Fiction dedicated to the talented TVD producers/writers (and original book author) who bring Delena into my living room every Thursday…well almost every Thursday. ;) I claim no ownership of these characters but am so happy to be able to revel in their ever-evolving story lines. Please enjoy!
Walk away
I'm watching him walk away. Just like last night, only this time, I denied him what he wants. The surprise is that he let me. "I know," two simple words that carried so much forgiveness. When did I become the one that needed his forgiveness?
This is such torture. But it's not him who is doing the torturing this time; it's me. I'm denying myself what I want because it's all too much right now, but if I just let myself have it, have him, I think I would be happy. But it's not right for me to be happy when everyone else is in so much pain.
And that's when it hits me. He's not the one walking away; it's me.
The sounds of his footsteps echoing across the concrete awaken me. Like a clock ticking, echoing his words "It's right. It's just not right now." …click/clack, tick/tock… waiting for the day for it to be all right to love him.
AN: Thanks for reading. I've been on this site for a while always reading other talented writer's stories and while I actually write short form for a living I have finally gotten the courage to take these characters into my hands and write on their behalf hope I didn't disappoint. Let me know either way, I can take it. ;)