His fingers play in her hair as she closes her eyes. Elena snuggles closer to him, burrowing in his chest, breathing in his scent. She is slowly losing the battle against sleep, but before she does, she wants to remember everything.
In the morning the spell will be broken. He'll leave and she'll go back to the Salvatores and nothing will change. They'll see each other in town and pretend they've never heard the other cry out in ecstasy.
Elena shudders at the thought, holding him ever more tightly.
He pulls back just slightly and angles her face so he can see her.
One of his hands move from her hair to her cheeks as he wipes away tears she didn't know she cried.
"I can make you forget," Elijah offers softly, misunderstanding the situation.
Elena hiccups, shakes her head. "I don't want to forget. I don't want it to end."
Understanding shows in his eyes. "It's not over yet," he murmurs, pulling her back to him.
A wobbly smile graces her lips as he kisses her forehead.
Tomorrow she'll see Elijah and she'll smile. They'll be friendly acquaintances, secretly plotting the death of the world's biggest threat. They'll be in a crowd and she'll sit between two Salvatores. It'll be as if none of this happened.
But they'll know. They'll remember.
She'll never forget.