A/N: Yes, I know it's short. I just wanted to upload a real quick one shot of Stefan and Elena fluffiness,because I miss them. So, yeah. Read and review and enjoy please! I'll be updating 'This Living Hell' soon, don't worry. (:
For the first time, he saw her. Really saw her. For the first time since Klaus' demise he felt free. Free compulsion, free to do whatever the hell he pleased. He felt like himself. "Elena," Stefan's voice rang.
She looked up from where she sat, "Hey…"
"I'm Sorry."
"I'm Sorry." They both said simultaneously.
"You're sorry?" Elena asked with tentative and curious eyes. He nodded and took a seat next to her on the bed.
"Yes, I'm apologizing. For everything," he began. "I am so sorry, Elena. For hurting you and everyone you ever cared about. That wasn't me. I was there physically? Though mentally I was off somewhere in a different universe. That was what the blood made me, but now? All I can do is apologize and let you know how truly sorry I am." He paused to take her hands in his, "But, please know this. I'm here now, and I love you, so much." He finished.
Tears sprung in her eyes, she even dared so far as to let one fall down her cheek and hit the bed. Stefan was back, her Stefan. She looked at him, really looked at him, her brown orbs sinking into his forest green ones. Finally, she spoke. "I love you too, Stefan. I love you too. I never stopped." And that? That was how they stayed the rest of the night, in each other's arm, safe, warm, content. Together.