This story is something that has been kicking around in my head and won't seem to go away. So I am throwing my hat in the ring and giving this a shot. This is my first attempt at writing so any constructive reviews are welcome.
Enjoy!
The leaves crunch under her high-healed boot as she briskly walks down the sidewalk.
It took her years to get here, Always finding an excuse to not make the trip, Elena had already been, it was tourist season, Her mom was sick, Bonnie was too old to travel etc. Now she can't seem to help but wonder why she had waited so long to finally see Paris.
Of course, he crossed her mind the first day she was in the city. He crossed her mind every time she traveled somewhere new.
Alas, it had been years, clearly she had moved on. He had moved on. First with Haley, seriously ew, and then some human girl whose name she couldn't remember.
Ultimately, she heard he has his hands full with his daughter Hope, serves him right. If anyone deserved a feisty, miserable teenager it had been him.
She shook her head, curls bouncing slightly, to clear her mind. Obviously, she had become successful and created quite the life for herself and what better place to do so then Paris.
She didn't need him, or any other man to be happy. After the attempt at romance with Stefan, seriously what had she been thinking! She kept her men to simple flings. Epic loves were Elena's forte.
She turned the corner to make her way to the boutique she had built from the ground up with her inheritance from Liz. Losing her mom had practically destroyed her. Even thirty years later, the ache lingered in her chest every time she experienced new people, places and things knowing Liz wouldn't be there to hear about it.
It was still early, her breath coming out in small puffs and her coffee cooling quickly from the chill. She smiled softly as she watched some leaves blow by.
She loved autumn, it always reminded her of the times she and her father would rake all the leaves in the yard into a pile, jump in and proceed to scatter them all over, only to repeat the process.
They would be out in the yard for hours until her mother would herd them inside for dinner. Those memories always made even the worst day better. As the storefront came into sight she picked up her pace.
She loved the location of the store. It was perfect for locals and tourists alike and it was great for her to meander over to the other shops and browse when she felt the pull to do so.
She passed the art gallery that always seems to discover grotesquely, beautiful talent and make them extremely wealthy. It was her favorite place to go when she wanted an escape from reality.
As she glanced quickly into the display window she smiled noticing it was a new exhibit. It took a few seconds before she realizes she has just seen a painting of herself.
Caroline stopped short and with a quick spin she dashed back to the window and pressed her nose up to the glass like a small child.
There she was, in all her naked glory, sprawled in a bed of leaves, seemingly glowing, with the world's most satisfied smile on her face.
"I'll kill him" She muttered, "He's so dead."