Disclaimers: I own nothing but my story idea. The characters are not mine. The song is Love the Way you Lie, part 2- by Rihanna, feat. Eminem. Great song, although it is about domestic violence and this story is not, select lyrics that I have chosen fit my story though.
A.N.: For some reason does not acknowledge the time markers (***) I put in my story while writing it. I'm hoping it will acknowledge these "~~~~~" in which case you can take that as a time difference. Otherwise, for the most part the lyrics can be taken as time markers, except for the lyrics that start "So I can push you off me". There is no time difference there.
I hope everyone enjoys, reviews are always appreciated.
"Where there is love there is pain."- Spanish Proverb
Then this thing turned out so evil-
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes,
And you take death to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
For all intents and purposes she should hate him. Loath him. Wish for his imminent destruction. He had killed Jeremy, snapped his neck. Right in front of her. Because he was angry at her, angry at her refusal to share his feelings. God damn him, she had felt like he ripped her heart out of her chest; her baby brother, and Damon killed him. The worst feeling was when she looked up and Damon was standing in her doorway watching her coldly, no hint of any emotion on his face. Just coldness. In that moment he wasn't her Damon, he was a monster, and she probably would have staked him herself in that moment if she had had a stake handy.
Of course once he had sobered up he tried to apologize. Had pleaded, wheedled, joked, and practically begged. And ok, Jeremy didn't actually die- his ring brought him back. However, this was completely beside the point. Damon had killed her brother. Killed him, as in dead and gone forever. After their road trip with Alaric to Duke, she had almost been willing to if not forget at least forgive. Then he had to ruin it. She had a sick inkling when she asked him if he had known that Jeremy was wearing the ring when he snapped his neck that she wasn't going to like his response. To make it worse, she had silently pleaded in her mind for him to lie, to tell her what she wanted to hear so that she could have him back. But Damon had never lied to her before, and apparently he wasn't about to start then. She thought it was completely twisted that she found herself angry at him for not lying to her. So she had reacted on that anger, and told him that she had used him for information on the trip and to put icing on the cake, told him that she would never be his friend again. The hurt that flashed through his eyes almost made her change her mind, but he quickly hid it and proceeded to compare her to Katherine before walking away. She hadn't known whether to cry or be pissed off at that point.
He cooled off trying to win her over so constantly after that, but he was still a constant presence in her day to day life. With subtle comments he tried to win her over and he was nothing but polite, while she often caught him staring at her longingly when he thought she didn't notice. It didn't help that he managed to make her feel bad when he expressed his hurt over the fact that she actually thought it absurd that he considered she might harbour some sort of desire for him. Which of course she did…but that was besides the point. She was with Stephan. Then of course Jeremy made matters worse by forgiving Damon, because honestly, the person who actually died could forgive his killer, but she couldn't?
It's pretty hard to hate someone who is your constant saviour too, right? When Damon and Stephan arrived to save her from Elijah, Trevor, and Rose she couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly happy to see him. She had actually intended to run straight down those stairs into Damon's arms and to hug him until he protested, but Stephan had interfered with that plan when he appeared in her flight path. Still, as she hugged Stephan she had mouthed her thanks to Damon over Stephan's shoulder, unable to ignore the distress she felt at the hurt on his face while he watched the couple in front of him. To her relief he had mouthed 'your welcome' back to her, and tentatively returned her smile.
That had been the brokering of their cautious renewal of friendship.
Now there's gravel in our voices
Glass is shattered from the fight
In this tug of war you'll always win,
Even when I'm right
A renewed friendship did not mean everything was all hunky dory between the two of them, though. If anything, they argued more often, their fights more bitter. Of course, denial was the name of the game; don't examine the underlying cause of the arguments was Elena's motto. When in doubt, deny, deny, deny. Damon just made her angrier because he had to keep poking, never willing to just let it go, always questioning her anger. The fact that his hints to his deeper emotions were becoming less subtle as the weeks went by just further aggravated her. Why couldn't he see that she didn't want to delve, to explore her deeper feelings towards him? Why did he have to ruin things? Why couldn't he just let it go…or at least hide it as she had learned to do? He was her friend, her best friend, and after all the crap they had been through recently…she couldn't see losing him again. This had the power to destroy them. She had no idea why she was surprised that once again a simple conversation with Damon had turned into an outright screaming match.
"For god sake, Damon! Let it go!" Her face was red with rage as she stared him down from across the parlour in the boarding house. If he had been anyone else, she might have been marginally afraid at the expression painted across his face. He was past mad. While his fangs had not sprouted from his mouth, veins were prominent around his eyes and they were so black the pupils were hard to distinguish. He lacked the ability to go red, but even across the room she could see him shaking as he clenched his fists to control himself. It was with barely suppressed reaction that she did not jump backwards when he crossed the room so quickly she couldn't track his movement. Encroaching on her personal space he towered over her, glowering.
"I will not let it go." Damon bit out just above a whisper, his voice deadly. Glaring right back at him, she pushed against his chest in an attempt to make him step back, which he failed to acknowledge.
"You will let it go because I said so." He sneered.
"You can't make me do something just because you say so." He lifted his hands air quoting the last two words. "Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but life doesn't work that way."
"Why do you have to be such an ass?" Elena sighed, closing her eyes in frustration. Or maybe it was to block out the blue eyes she was slowly losing herself in.
"So now we're gonna' start with the name calling?" Damon smirked. "You realize you're sounding more and more like a five-year-old as this conversation goes on, right? Yelling, demanding your way, name calling…"
"Oh, shut up, Damon. You know damn well you're no better." She re-opened her eyes and met his in a glare. He studied her face for a moment, watching a variety of emotions flicker through her eyes, before they settled on decidedly pissed off. A small, genuine smile graced his lips, and Elena couldn't help the small flutter in her heart at the sight of it- which I'm sure he noticed she thought, inwardly cringing. He lifted his hand slowly, and carefully traced a finger along her jaw before gently cupping her cheek.
"You know why you're so angry right?" he whispered, leaning in so his lips brushed her ear. She shuddered. "It's 'cause you know I'm right." He leaned back to look at her once more, the same genuine smile gracing his lips. When she blinked he was gone.
And god damn him if he wasn't correct. He refused to let go of his argument because he was right. She did feel something for him.
'Cause you feed me fables from your hand
With violent words, and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles,
Are what keeps me satisfied
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run,
But I don't want to ever leave you
This room had held so many fights between the two of them. So it really wasn't all that surprising that she found herself here again staring at him across the room. Her gaze had wandered off him to the surrounding mahogany wood panelled walls with their book filled shelves, and the roaring fire across from the chesterfield. His ever present mini bar. And him staring at her from the other side of the room. Oh, what a familiar environment. And that bloody sarcastic voice.
"Again, Elena? Really? Hasn't the kitten learned that its sharp little claws can't hurt me?" He smirked, eyes narrowing in triumph. And she was more than determined to wipe that triumph from his face.
"We both know that I can hurt you, Damon." She didn't need to elaborate; they both knew how she could harm him with her words. His smirk fell as did the light in his eyes, and a cold look of vengeance flashed across his face almost as quickly as he crossed the room to stand in front of her.
"Don't threaten me, little girl." The bright blue of his eyes had perceptively darkened looking almost black as he stared her down from a foot away, distinct iciness in his voice; threat implicit. Her own rage flared up, and she stepped forward encroaching on his personal space.
"I'm not a little girl, Damon. You can't intimidate me, or make me submit to your little threats." A cold smile spread across his face, eyes glinting.
"Oh, I could make you submit. I could just shove a little blood down your throat, and snap that pretty little neck of yours." A decided smirk had settled on his face as he tilted his head nonchalantly, watching the emotions cross her face: anger, fear, loathing. "You would be mine, and you would do as I said. I'd make sure of that." And there it was: lust flickered in her eyes.
"We both also know that you would never kill me." Her eyes hardened, resolve evident in her posture; resolve to what he wasn't sure, but it was there. He smiled.
"Wouldn't I?" She saw it in his expression when he made to move, and she turned to run. Silly girl. She made it no further than the doorway before he caught her arm and spun her pressing her back up against the wall, and holding her there with his own body.
He listened to her thundering heart, could feel it beating against his own chest as hers rose up and down rapidly. Damon watched fascinated as she flushed under his penetrating stare. She refused to look away, her chocolate brown eyes meeting his icy blue ones unwaveringly. He smiled. Leaning in, he slowly traced his nose along her jaw line, and down her neck before tracing back up to her ear. Her heart stuttered, as she trembled beneath his touch. His lips were cool against her ear as he whispered:
"You're right," Damon pulled back just enough to look at her, his lips practically against her own as he spoke, "I would never hurt you." Elena stared into the heated eyes in front of her- his gaze nearly reverent- and feeling his hot breath on her lips- she could almost feel his lips on her own, those lips-
With that her restraint went through the window, and she crashed her mouth into his own, a kiss he returned almost violently as he pressed her body hard up against the wall.
And what followed honestly had building for far too long.
This morning you wake,
A sunray hits your face
Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
Hush, baby, speak softly
When he woke up the next morning he momentarily forgot what had taken place the night before. Then he felt the warm body that was curled to his chest, and became aware of the faint floral scent that was invading his nose from the head of hair below his chin. He couldn't help the reactionary grin that spread across his face as he hummed in satisfaction, tightening his arm slightly against her slight frame. While he waited for her to wake, his mind played over everything that had happened the night before, lingering on the more pleasant aspects.
He was pulled out of his musings by Elena beginning to stir. Briefly he tensed up nervously, before forcing his body to relax. This was Elena. Sweet Elena. Human Elena. No matter what, they had some sort of irrevocable connection. Hell, half the time they pissed each other off in the extreme, and sometimes her actions made him want to throttle her and vice versa. But he'd be damned if he didn't love her. And after last night, he wanted to be certain that she felt the same way.
She slowly sat up marginally, bracing herself off his chest, while she blinked sleepily into the sunlight coming through the window. Her lipstick was smeared around her lips and mascara was smudged under her eyes, but with her tousled hair and flushed cheeks Damon thought she had never looked more beautiful. On impulse, he leaned up and kissed her gently on the lips, and was thrilled when she leaned into the kiss, kissing him back. His hopes were crushed however, when she pulled back violently and stared at him, horror slowly dawning on her face and he could literally see the wheels turning in her head.
"Oh, god. Damon- I- we- oh, god. Damon I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…this was a mistake- Stephan and me-" his name was where Damon could no longer take it.
So I can push you off me
Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
Run out of the room, and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
Baby, without you I'm nothing
I'm so lost, hug me
He pushed her away from him, turning his head away. "Just get out."
"Damon, I'm-" he brushed off the hand she was reaching towards him, turning so quickly that if he was human he would have whiplash. The fire in his eyes just barely masked his hurt, but his lips were curled back in a snarl.
" Don't touch me. I said. Get. Out!" he roared at her. She backed away, crawling out of the bed and quickly started pulling on her clothes, unable to stop the tears from running down her cheeks. His expression was murderous as he snapped at her.
"Stop your bloody snivelling, this was nothing. You meant nothing to me. Just leave." His cold gaze made her shiver, and she stumbled back away to the door. She couldn't stop herself from pausing to look back at him once more though, his cold beauty nearly destroying her as a vision of him from the night before, braced over her body, his eyes smouldering, flooded her mind.
"I'm sorry, Damon." she whispered before exiting his room. The tears that fell silently down her cheeks crushed what was left of his heart, and her whispered apology made it so that he was on his feet following her before a minute had passed. The whole way his brain demanded that he turn around and retreat to his room- screw her- while his heart insisted he follow her- Elena-… and since when had he ever allowed his brain to trump his heart?
He caught her at the front door, pushing it shut as she pulled it open. Startled she began to turn and was engulfed in his arms. She immediately surrendered to his embrace clinging desperately to him, as desperately as he clung to her, feeling his body shake with silent sobs. He felt her press her warm face against his neck, and the smell of her salty tears coincided with the feel of them running down his neck. His own tears dissolved in her hair. Clinging together they slowly sank to the floor, leaning back against the door as they held each other.
If it wasn't for the fact that he felt like his innards were being removed with a hot poker while someone simultaneously shoved rocks down his throat, and the fact that the pace of his thoughts were currently outstripping the abilities of his brain, Damon would have laughed at the image they presented. His naked form entwined with her fully clothed one while they huddled against the front door, sobbing their eyes out. If Damon had come across them he would have laughed uproariously. As things stood at the moment however, he wanted nothing more then to dissolve through Elena's skin, become a part of her; hide in her. Anything so that he didn't have to feel this pain. Anything so that he didn't have to know that he had caused her pain. Anything to stop feeling like a lost little puppy without her, a distinctly Stephanish characteristic that he scorned. Anything to stop feeling. But he'd be damned if she didn't make him feel…if she didn't make him want to feel. And he couldn't help the words from spewing out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Elena slowly became aware of the voice murmuring into her hair.
"Damon?" she whispered reaching her hand up, sliding her fingers into his jet black hair, and pulling her head away to look up at him.
"I'm so sorry. Please, Elena? Please? I'm sorry." Elena shook her head slightly, staring at him vaguely baffled. He didn't even know what it was exactly that he was asking for. Forgivement? Her to stay? Her love? Absolution? He settled with all of the above. " Please stay with me." His voice cracked, and he frankly couldn't even find it in himself to be embarrassed.
"Damon…" she felt tears well anew in her eyes as she gently traced her fingers over his cheek. He leaned his face into her touch, closing his eyes.
"Please." She couldn't deny his pleas. She couldn't deny the little boy sadness that had swallowed him. She couldn't deny him…even though she knew she should. Running her fingers down his arm, she laced her fingers with his and slowly pulled away from him to stand up, and tugged him to his own feet. Gripping his hand tightly, she turned and lead the way back up the stairs to his room. She crawled into his bed and watched as he climbed in after her. Carefully pushing him down onto his back, she curled up tightly against his side with her head on his chest. She didn't protest when he wrapped his arms securely around her frame, but rather traced patterns with a finger soothingly over his chest. Gradually his breathing evened out, and she knew he had fallen asleep, but she remained with her head on his chest wondering when things had become so complicated.
He woke up to her propped on one elbow watching him. They stared at one another for a minute, almost as if this was their last chance to see each other and they wanted to absorb every detail.
"I love you." his soft voice broke the silence of the room. Three words he thought would never leave his mouth again.
"I know. I love you, too." They stared at each other in silence for another moment, neither moving to touch the other as if it would somehow shatter the moment and speed along the inevitable. He finally closed his eyes against the deep brown ones, nodding his head slightly. She lowered her gaze from the still figure before her and quietly murmured, "But we can't do this."
His jaw clenched and unclenched as he refused to allow himself to cry again. Not for her. "You love him."
"I do, Damon." She was less stoic, tears filling her eyes before she closed them against the death of something in the eyes in front of her.
"Do you really love me, or are you just trying to spare my feelings?" she winced at his bluntness, but opened her eyes once more to gaze into his crystal blue ones.
"I really do. But I love him, and I loved him first." she looked away from him for a moment steeling herself before turning once more to him. "So I can't love you. Not how you want me to. Not as more than a friend."
And that was it really he thought. What else was there left to say? So they lay next to each other in silence as the hours faded away and darkness encroached on his room. Two individuals in love, until one pressed their lips to the other's and then quietly got up and left the room. And then there was one.
In the aftermath of the destructive path that we're on
Two psychopaths-
But we know,
That no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
That we'll have each other's backs,
'Cause we're that lucky
She did her best to reign in her "little slips" as she referred to them. Of course, sleeping with Damon had really been more of a "big slip" but frankly it made her conscience feel better to call it a little slip, too. Naturally- or at least she told herself it was natural- she had the odd sporadic slip now and then, and would find herself pressed up against the wall in some secluded corner, lips firmly attached to Damon's. However, she always managed to control her emotions, and would pull away before it became anything more than a grope-filled kissing session. And if she was being honest with herself, she knew they were on a path of imminent destruction; this could only end badly for everyone involved. She was only leading Damon on, messing with his feelings- he loved her, and while she might feel the same, she also loved Stephan and was unwilling to let him go- and Stephan, god. This would crush him if he found out. Not to mention her own twisted feelings. Every time she pulled herself away from Damon she felt like another small piece of her was being chipped away. And the guilt she felt at betraying Stephan was no walk in the park either. Although, she supposed she should be grateful that Damon hadn't breathed a word to Stephan, that was one small blessing. She couldn't stop though. Her mind had briefly come up with the idea that maybe she was a psychopath. That had been during a three day period when she had issues sleeping because she couldn't stop thinking about this whole messed up situation. Her sleeping habits finally went back to normal, and that was when she questioned her psychological state- being a psychopath made sense. As screwed up as this all was she couldn't stop, because she didn't want to. She couldn't deny the pull she felt whenever Damon was around. She wanted him. She still wanted Stephan. Selfish. Narcissistic. She wanted what she wanted. Psychopath. She couldn't deny him.
Which was why she really wasn't all that surprised when she exited The Grill and suddenly felt herself pushed up against the wall in the alley next to the restaurant. She couldn't even stop the slight feeling of pride in her reactionary skills- it had taken no more than two seconds for her to begin kissing him back just as fiercely as he was attacking her lips. In all fairness, he had been staring at her from across the restaurant for the past two hours so it was not really all that unexpected. She shut off her thoughts, and focused on the man who was busy tangling the fingers of one hand in her hair, while simultaneously pulling her tight against his body with the other. Her own hands were tightly locked in his slightly dishevelled, dark locks. It was only when she felt his obvious arousal against her stomach that she clicked back into reality. With her grip in his hair she pulled his face away from her own, while trying to free herself from his grip.
"Damon, stop." He ignored her, and attempted to lean back in but she brought her hand up to cover his mouth. "No, Damon. We have to stop." He sighed, but relinquished his hold on her and took a step back.
"Are you going home?" She hated the feeling of guilt that she experienced when he would no longer meet her eye. It was distinctly un-Damonish, and it made her feel miserable.
"Yeah, wanna' walk me?" Mistake! Leading him on! Messing with him! Hurting him more! Her thoughts screamed at her, but she had to do something to make him at least slightly more cheerful, more her Damon. He looked up, his familiar smirk quirking the corner of his mouth.
"Your shining knight of darkness, ever at your service, m'lady." Elena couldn't help the answering smirk that crossed her own face.
"Now that you mention it, I suppose you do kind of sparkle in the sun…" The look of mock horror on his face was enough to make her laugh.
"Don't you dare compare me to that monstrosity of a vampire. I do not sparkle." He shivered in disgust, but smiled as he watched her laugh. When she finally stopped to breath, she leaned into him nudging him with her shoulder playfully as they began the walk back to her house.
"What would I do without you, Damon?" As soon as the words left her mouth she wanted to slap herself at her stupidity. Way to ruin a perfectly pleasant moment, Elena. Let's just drag the pain of this situation back out, shall we? Luckily for her, Damon either didn't notice- doubtful- or chose to continue the playful atmosphere from before.
"I don't know, Elena." He slung his arm over her shoulder, pulling her up against his side, "But I expect you would be a horribly boring person without me." The grin that lit up his face as he waggled his eyebrows at her had her laughing all over again. Their walk to her place continued to be one of mirth and humour, and it was with a feeling of regret that she found them standing in front of her house. He must have noticed her frown, because with his arm still over her shoulders he used his other hand to gently tilt her gaze up to his. "One day you'll realize I make you happier than he does." Damon murmured, lightly running his finger over her cheek with a sad smile on his face.
It was all she could do to restrain the tears that welled up in her eyes.
"Oh, Damon…" she whispered, pressing her face in against his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. They stood that way for a long time with only the light shining through the window of her house for company.
Together we move mountains
Let's not make mountains out of molehills
Together we'll live forever,
We found the youth fountain
Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counselling
With you, I'm in my fucking mind
Without you, I'm out it
So maybe he was some sort of masochist. That would make sense right? One hundred and forty-five years of pining after some psychotic bitch who had never loved him, and from there onto the girl in a relationship with his brother. Common sense told him for the sake of his mental well-being he should let her go, but he had never been big on following his common sense. Follow your heart and all that bullshit, that fit him more, had always appealed more to his base nature. Dark, dangerous, cocky, and aggressive as hell- that had more to due with following his emotions rather than his head. And this one loved him after all- maybe not as much as his brother- but she loved him, Damon Salvatore. He couldn't give up on that now could he? What was the last six months of torture in comparison to one hundred and forty-five years? Surely he could devote a couple decades to yet another apparently lost cause…he was going to live forever wasn't he?
We're really quite wonderful together, Damon mused from his chair in front of the fireplace, a glass of scotch clutched in his hand as he stared into the flames. What better place to brood than from the comfort of your own home, in your favourite chair, with a fifty-year-old glass of scotch? Honestly, this would be quite nice if I wasn't alone…pining…in fact this is absolutely revolting. This is way to Stephanish for my liking. Damon shoved himself to his feet, tilting his head and downing his glass in one gulp. He glanced down to make sure he had pants on, and then made his slightly unsteady way out the front door. Maybe the whole bottle was too much…
And where else would he go when miserable except to the source of that pain? It was dark out and vampire sight or not, Damon was mildly tipsy and almost poked his eye out on a tree branch while scaling the oak next to Elena's bedroom window. He was rather pleased with himself when he managed to step off the branch onto the roof next to her window, and proceeded to tap on the pane. His grin widened when Elena didn't seem surprised to see him peering in at her, and couldn't help the comical wave he gave her as she approached to let him in.
"Damon." She eyed him looking vaguely amused as she took in the asinine grin on his face, and his generally dishevelled appearance including his open fly.
"Elena." He smirked and waggled his eyebrows, "Can I come in?" Elena stepped back, gesturing into her room unable to stop her own smirk from forming.
"By all means."
"Oh, goody." Damon stumbled over the window ledge, and just barely managed to prevent himself from falling to the floor, which sent Elena into a fit of giggles.
"How drunk are you, Damon?" She asked as she pulled her window shut and closed the curtains. When she turned back to face him it was to find him spread-eagled on her bed, teddy bear clutched possessively to his chest. His eyes were shut as he responded.
"Mmmm…just a little bit." He lifted his hand demonstrating with a small gap between his index finger and thumb. "But I promise-" his eyes popped back open to look into hers, "We won't do anything you don't want to do." his grin was practically predatory, as he playfully ran his tongue over his lower lip. Elena shook her head slightly as she plopped down next to him on the bed.
"Shut up, Damon." She thought she would be used to his speed by now, but it never ceased to surprise her. Blinking up at him from her sudden position under his frame she scowled.
"Mmmm…but I don't want to shut up, Elena." He purred down at her, before leaning in and nipping her lip. "Maybe-" he pulled up quickly to look at her- "Maybe I just want to talk, and talk, and talk."
"Well that would be what you do best." Elena shot back at him, grinning in delight. "I really shouldn't be all that surprised if that's why you're here." She almost wanted to smack him when he had to kill the playful mood- rage would have been better than misery. Misery just breeds misery after all.
"Or maybe I just wanted to see you." Damon murmured, staring blurrily into her eyes, his own bloodshot from over consumption of alcohol.
"Damon…" She shut her eyes, almost as if that could will away his words.
"I just wanted to see you. I love you, Elena. Is that so bad?" His voice cracked, and he would have drowned himself if he was in any state to realize how pitiful he sounded. As it was, Elena desperately wished she had the strength to get out from under him- she felt this would be much less uncomfortable if she wasn't inches away from his own face.
"Damon, don't…"
"Why is that so bad?" He demanded, tears filling those beautiful blue eyes she loved so much.
"Damon, it's not bad…we've been over this…please. Just let it go." Her voice shook, as she felt warm tears run down her cheeks.
"Why is it bad?" The turmoil in his eyes unnerved her- she didn't know if he was going to fly into a rage, or curl into a ball and start sobbing.
"It's not bad, Damon…it's not bad. But I can't love you like you want me to. You know that!" Her body began to shake with repressed sobs as she stared up at him. Finally she whispered, "I can't love you like that."
Just going to stand there and watch me cry,
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
The look on his face was devastating, like a fallen angel, his eyes red rimmed and watery, with his dark hair falling into them, and the porcelain skin of his jaw trembling. It was only once he closed his eyes against the tears that began to fall that the tension in his body eased, and he began to shake. He lowered his head, pressing his tear stained face against the base of her neck as he cried. Slowly Elena brought a hand up to tangle in the hair at the base of his skull, stroking comfortingly as she stared up at the ceiling through her own tear-blurred vision. She lost count of the time that passed as they lay like that- entwined with one another, clutching desperately.
His breathing had evened out and she thought he had fallen asleep, so his voice came as a surprise.
"Elena?" His warm breath tickled behind her ear.
"Hmm?"
"I love your lies." His whispered words caused her fingers to freeze in their passage through his hair, and her breathing momentarily stopped, before with a sigh her fingers resumed their movement and her eyes closed as she spoke.
"Me too."
I love the way you lie.
Fin.
I hope you guys enjoyed this. I actually already have a sequel planned, and will hopefully get it done soon.
