It's been requested by more than a few people that I write a story post 5x22 to help us survive this hiatus. I thought I'd need more time to think of something but this came to me out of blue tonight and I figured why the hell not. I have no idea where it's going. I just know the muses are finding their way back to me and I'm in no position to refuse the offering.
As always this is from Elena's perspective.
Do enjoy m'loves.
Prologue
I feel cold.
Not the pleasurable sort of cold that comes with winter snow and autumn storms.
Not the kind that heralds the season of giving, of love and home and family.
Not even the kind that courses through you when you drink milkshakes and eat ice cream.
This cold is bitter. Pervasive. Unforgiving.
The cruelest brand of arctic frost has found its way inside me, freezing my entire being to the core.
This cold started in the deepest crevices of my heart and soul. It slowly and sadistically infiltrated every inch of my musculature, flowing through my veins, overpowering my nerves and tendons, settling in my very bones.
This cold has turned my skin to ice, has frosted my lungs and brain, making thinking, breathing and feeling impossible.
Not that I wish to think, to breathe, to feel. Not anymore.
Not when Damon is gone. After all that's when the chill began.
The moment Bonnie told me it was too late, that he was stuck on the Other Side and I would never see him, hear him, feel him again, the agony of frigid loss and glacial despair crept its way into every hidden facet of my spirit, reminding me constantly of what is now forever lost to me.
Damon has always been like a wildfire. An uncontrollable blaze of violent, passionate flames that burned me with every look, every touch, every word and every smirk.
He has always been my warmth. Even when the world seemed like a dark and lonely place, when my spark threatened to give out, he kept my fire raging with his own.
Now he's gone. Eternally out of my reach.
And I will never be warm again.