This is my first story so I will do my best to come up to your expectations. I don't own The Vampire Diaries. Please let me know if you like it or not and of course suggestions are very welcomed.
I was walking slowly on one of those narrow very dark streets of New York, thinking that I was lonely and feeling deeply abandoned when suddenly I heard some footsteps behind me. I started to walk more quickly without realizing that in fact I felt scared which now I consider it to be shameful. I halted as the noise in the background stopped but I was taken aback by the figure standing in front of me. It stepped out of the shadows and walked towards me. My eyes widened and I could sense that my heart rate was running wild. That silhouette was him. At the pale light of the post I recognized the usual black leather jacket and I was strangely astound by the wonderful blue eyes which were piercing my soul. So many years had passed without any word from him. He was my old friend. He was that special someone who on a certain point without any particular reason or at least not known by me, ceased to follow the same road as mine. Countless questions were rising in my head but I wasn't able to say anything. I remained as silent as a foul sheep in front of the hungry wolf. Eventually he broke the weird silence by greeting me with a simple "Hi". Like this "Hi" would make up for all these years. I didn't respond because my mind was far away recollecting some past events.