Elena.
Stefan stood perfectly still. The sun made the garden bathe in a warm, golden light and a cool breeze swept past him, but he felt none of it. All he felt was a lingering coldness inside.
His eyes were closed. In his own darkness he could see her. He could see Elena. The very last time he saw her, she was walking away from him. She looked back at him, over her shoulder, and smiled, her eyes promising to be back soon.
It was a day much like this one, the sun had made the olive skin on her bare arms glow and her long hair shine in a warm brown.
She had been walking away. He had been standing there, at the exact same spot he was now on, and smiled back at her, so sure that her absence wouldn't last for long. Oh how he wished he had ran after her, stopped her. Made her stay.
He tormented himself wishing these things that never could be done.
You shouldn't have let her out of your sight. You shouldn't have. It wasn't safe.
His feelings shifted between profound sorrow and pure rage. He had no idea what had happened to her or were she could be. If she was even alive.
But he would figure it out, and he would find her and bring her home again, no matter what. And he would start by finding Damon. The last one to see Elena before she disappeared. Was he to blame? Had he any part in this? Stefan didn't know, but he was positive the answer was yes.
Stefan took one last look at the memory of Elena, and let it fade into the back of his mind. He opened his eyes, and in fury he started to run.
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