Elena lay in Stefan's bed in his room at the boarding house, warm and on a high after just making love with him for the first time. He had gone to get her a glass of water from the kitchen, so Elena made the most of his absence to admire his room; this was the first time she had been in it.

She sat up, tossed back the sheets and got out of bed, picking up Stefan's shirt from the floor and sniffed it, inhaling his sweet and amazing scent, she didn't know if it was his cologne or his natural aroma, but what she did know was that no one could possibly smell as good as Stefan. She put on his dark green button down shirt and while still on a high, she waltzed around his room, taking in all of Stefan's possessions. She wanted to remember everything from their time together, because nothing was certain when your true love was a vampire, she didn't know how long they had together.

Elena walked over to Stefan's desk and smelled the roses he had in a vase there, he had picked them for her, probably from a neighbour's yard, and she laughed to herself at the possibility of Stefan stealing flowers for her. She sat down on the chair at his desk and opened the draw, there she saw a small leather bound book and took it out. She held it up to her nose, inhaling the leathery smell, reminding her of horses and her child hood riding lessons. She untied the elastic binding and opened the cover, gasping at what she saw on the first page.

This was Stefan's diary, his journal that he wrote in every single day and treasured as much as she did her own. The italics on the title page were faded and slightly smudged but easy to read if she held the diary at an angle. It read—

My dearest Stefan,

This was my journal where I wrote all my hopes and dreams, and now it is yours to write your hopes and dreams. Treasure it with all of your heart and soul, just like I will always treasure my boys Damon and Stefan.

With all my love,

Your Mother

Elena was just about to turn to the next page when Stefan's voice behind her startled her.

"I see you found my journal" his tone was not angry. Elena stood up and faced him, he was half naked and holding her glass of water in his hand.

"I… um, yeah, sorry" she stuttered as she quickly retied the elastic binding and placed the diary back in the desk draw where she had found it.

"No it's ok, I don't mind" he told her, coming to stand behind her. As quick as a flash his hand reopened the draw and took out the journal again.

"Its private Stefan, i… I didn't mean to, I just…" he stopped her nervous babbling by placing a finger on her lips and handed her the water. He signalled her to come and sit next to him on his bed and he finished her words for her.

"You just wanted to know more about me, that's ok" he told her as he handed her his diary.

Elana looked at him, he nodded reasurring her, and she reluctantly opened the elastic binding and opened the journal, skipping the title page. she started reading Stefan's first entry while she sipped on her water.

Dear Diary,

I saw her today, those beautiful sparkling brown eyes and that glistening chocolate brown hair just made me melt inside.

I overheard people talking about her, her name is Elena Gilbert and I knew I had to know her. I didn't see her face at first, just felt her energy and heard her voice above the noise in the hallway; I knew something was different about her.

After reading the entry Elena looked up at Stefan in surprise, his words were almost similar to her words. She sucked in a breath of air as she realised what this meant; he had been thinking the exact same thing she had been thinking at the time that they first gazed upon each other, like they could read each other's minds. She was about to speak when Stefan's kiss stopped her. His lips were cool to the touch but warmed up the more as she kissed him, like she gave him heat and it dispersed through his veins. Stefan took his diary from Elena and threw it on the floor then reached for the buttons of his shirt on her and tore it open as they lay down in a passionate embrace.