There is this beautiful song "The girl from Ipanema" (title inspired by it), check it out.
The Andy williams & Antonio Jobim version is so amazing.
R&R.
The girl from Mystic Falls
He always takes off alone for lengthy stretches of time; they always resent him for that.
Yet, he seems to show up at impeccable timing, when disaster befalls, and blood shed is due; the reason is simple and easy yet never crosses their minds, he never leaves in the first place.
He watches from the shadow,
He watches from a distance.
He watches over his brothers,
He watches over his sister,
He watches over her.
He knows it is creepy, he knows it is so teen like.
Yet he can't but do it, watch from a distance.
The gentle breeze of the spring is blowing,
It caresses the strands of the short blonde hair that belongs to his sister
It caresses the strands of the long brown hair that belongs to her.
They are fighting viciously over god knows what.
"Traitor" yells the brunette
"Backstabber" yells the blonde
"Vampire whore" challenges the brunette
"Says the girl who is stringing 2 guys, what is it with the polygamy of the Petrova line" returns the blonde
He doesn't interfere,
He can't interfere.
He conceals himself well, they don't see him.
He just curiously (and amusedly) watches from a safe distance as they verbally spare and prays it doesn't evolve to physical sparring.
His prayers weren't answered.
They roll around, bite at each other, punching and yelling, pulling out hair.
The girls try to pull them off each other.
The boys cheer "cat fight, catfight, catfight"
'Hell has no fury' he mutters to himself 'WW3' he thinks.
He doesn't know why he does that,
He doesn't know why he never settles in permanently with his family, permanently beside her.
Maybe he feels the incessant need to protect them all against the big bad things lurking in the dark, the things he can't but see through the shadow.
Maybe he is just the shadowy type,
Or maybe he is a coward hiding from the truth,
hiding from the biting reality that he is no less monster than any of his siblings instead of facing it,
hiding from the fact that his family has become dysfunctional beyond repair,
hiding from the fact that maybe he loves her, maybe he should tell her and with that the heartbreak that she may never return his affections or worse that she'd love him as well and that history would repeat itself in a way or another and he'd lose her forever.
The summer sets in,
It is the very last day at school.
Waves of red heat tingle against Rebekah's fair skin,
Waves of red heat tingle against Elena's tan skin.
The two girls (he dares call his own) are laughing at god knows what, along with the witch and the other bubbly blonde.
They are both tall; they stand out in the crowd.
He still lingers from a safe distance.
He wistfully stands and watches.
Unconsciously, a smile is drawn across his face,
Unconsciously, his pose is startled a little bit.
Elena tilts her head a little in his direction,
She looks straight ahead to where he is.
He tucks himself back safely (quickly) behind the tree.
Her eyes linger a little bit longer than should be.
He thinks she saw him, he holds his breath.
She turns back and resumes her conversation.
She didn't see him.
She doesn't see him.