Hi guys! Emma Fran here. This is just my little take on that last episode. Let me know what you think and everything. I'll be adding more so! Oh and...None of these character belong to me and I'm just borrowing them and blah blah. You know the drill. Enjoyyyy3!

After walking in on Alaric and Meredith, all I could think of doing was writing in my journal. I hadn't written in it in so long. There was just too much going on in my life to sit down with myself and talk about it. But tonight seemed, different. I needed to get this out, and my journal was the only option it seemed. Damon was right, we kissed and now it was weird. And Matt, I can't talk to Matt. Bonnie and Caroline have there own problems….and Stefan. We all know how he feels.

Dear Diary,

He's still in there. Somewhere deep down, the Stefan we all care about, is in there. For the past several months I was beginning to believe he was truly gone. That the monster he makes himself be, was truly him. But it's not. It's an act. And I don't know why. For the past few days I see his humanity in him. And tonight just showed me it was true. When I slapped him for not caring about Jeremy, I saw his pain. When he tried to drive me off the bridge, the pain in this voice when he said " I lost you the minute I left with him." Showed me that he still cared. And tonight, when I told him about Damon and I, the look, his eyes, his pain, it all came rushing to the surface. Hurt. He was hurt. And I hadn't even realized it until he walked away how hurt he actually was. So yes, it's now safe to say he's still there. Because even with all he does, all the horrible things he does, at the end of the day….all he really wants to do is be saved. I know it.

I put down the pen. I wasn't sure what to write anymore. There was to much, and I would never be able to explain it all in words. I closed my diary and set it on my night stand. I got up from my bed and walked to my dresser, where a picture of Stefan and I lied.

" You're better than him. You're better than both of us." I repeated to the picture. I set it down. And before going back to my bed I felt a tear roll down my face. For when he said that to me, he truly meant it. I walked back to my bed and snuggled up. I switched the light off and sat there and stared at the ceiling. Right before I was about to shut my eyes, I felt a gust of wind enter my room, and before I knew it there Stefan lied ….right next to me on my bed. I could still see the hurt in his eyes. I was about to say something, but something stopped me. He's here for a reason and if he wants to talk, he'll talk. I continued to gaze at him. He was so beautiful. Crazy or not, he was beautiful. His eyes shut now and he began to breathe slowly. And I did the same. I just shut my eyes and breathed. And before I knew it I was asleep…..and so was he. After everything I did to try to get him to leave Klaus and come home. All I had to do was tell him the truth and he'd be back. And there he was. Laying on my bed like he was meant to be there. Because he was. He was home.

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