Title: Nocturne
Rating: pg13
Ship: Stefan/Elena
Timeline: Season 3, post Klaus compelling Stefan to flip the switch off.
Prompt: we were so in love and we thought it'll last forever.
Elena Gilbert's dreams are thick of memories - echoes of smiles and sighs and promises and endearments muttered in her ear before she fell asleep, curled against Stefan's - it's name that drums into her head, under the surface of her thoughts, wrapped in longing and regret and plain old need.
Then daylight comes and she sees him: Stefan-but-not-Stefan, this stranger who wears the skin of her one true love, this stranger with dark, frigid eyes and a cruel mouth that won't kiss her good morning.
Even Damon, with all of his inopportune and reckless devotion, can't protect her from this pain. It's like whole an abyss that discoses inside her soul and threathens to shallow her whole.
It was supposed to last forever- she thinks, meeting Stefan's eyes, both alien and familiar at once- and there's a spike of anger, hiding under the pain.
It's not his fault, Elena knows, it was not wrong of him choosing to save Damon's life over can't be mad for that and it shames her, to face that there's a little, selfish part of her that *is* mad about it.
But she can't change how she feels, not when she barely has the strenght to hold herself together.
Title: Ghost Of A Broken Heart
Rating: pg13
Ship: Stefan/Elena
Timeline: Season 3, post 3.09. Prompt: Hopeless Devoted To you by the Grease Soundtrack.
Just how many times she told herself that it was time to let it go?
'We will survive, Damon. We will let Stefan go, Damon'
'I won't spend the rest of my life loving a ghost'
Funny thing? She meant those promises with every fiber of her being, with a force born out of a mindless desperation to survive.
She even tried to hate Stefan a little, tried to love Damon the way he needed her to, she tried to force herself to become someone else.
But nothing worked.
The thought of Stefan remains there, a flutter of nostalgia and desire in between the beats of her treacherous heart, even when the memory of who Stefan was begins to feel painfully distant, even when she doesn't recognize herself in that sweet, happy girl Stefan so loved.
The feeling doesn't fade - this love, this devotion, this sense of being bereft and incomplete.
Elena thinks, some days, that probably the Ripper must to feel the same and even if it's nothing to be joyful about, this thought makes her to smile.
They were always a matching pair.