I don't own anything except for the ideas in my head.
I watched as Stefan pulled her close and smiled. She smiled back at him. The evening sun reflected off her golden hair setting it on fire. Stefan lightly brushed his lips against hers . His hands were placed on her slim hips, pulling her even closer till there was no space at all left between them.
As much as he hated to admit it, he was jealous. Jealous of the way Stefan could pull her in without feeling guilty, jealous of the way she smiled at him, jealous of the way they kissed.
Nobody understood the fact that he too cared about her. As much as Stefan did. But no, girls always picked the good guy. Once again he had lost to his little brother. This time however, the difference was that he would let go.
He wouldn't blame Stefan for anything that happened. He would let Stefan have his happily ever after while he suffered in silence.
It tore him up the way she looked Stefan. To see how much she loved him. He didn't know whether there would ever be a person in his life that would look at him like that, would hold him like that, would love him like that.
He shook himself out of his musings and turned around. Now all he could see was the blank wall. He leaned back and rested his back. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and closed his eyes. he tried to focus on the future he would just go. He would travel. Meet Bon Jovi. Get married in Vegas.
Okay, maybe not the last one.
He couldn't think about any other woman except for her. Elena. She invaded his mind. Every thought that escaped his mind had a mention of Elena of it and then there was nothing else. Only thoughts about Elena.
He couldn't take it anymore. From the nearby room he could hear the sounds of passionate lovemaking. He lost it.
He began to throw all of his belongings in his duffel bag. Another 20 minutes he was done. Then he sat down and began to wait.
After an excruciating fifty-five minutes, Stefan left. He grabbed his bag and quietly stepped into Elena's room. She was lying on the bed. She looked like an angel as her hair spilled across her pillow. There was a faint smile on her face.
He stretched out his hand and gently caressed her cheek and whispered, " I love you, Elena."
Then he walked out and didn't look back.
The pain of losing her would always be there but knowing that he had loved her would suffice. Her memories would be enough for him. He would always carry a piece of her with him. In his heart.