- As requested by my favourite cousin, here is just a little something on Stefan's feelings and thoughts. May contain spoilers. Disclaimer: Don't owe any of the characters or the plot of the show.
Butterfly to a Flame
History always has a way of repeating itself.
How easy it was to convince himself otherwise, before things got so complicated, before everything that he worked so hard to keep hold off, spiralled out of control. He wishes that they could all just go back to the simplicity of those first days, when things were simply black and white. Back to when he was the good brother and Damon was the evil one. Back to when he was sure that Elena would always chose him.
He is deeply afraid of her choice now. The mere thought of it washes over him like a stormy wave of despair.
He finds that even in the world of vampires and supernatural, the web of their lives has gotten very tangled indeed. So much has happened and the black and white picture of their lives is being slowly painted in various shades of grey. Damon loosing Katherine tipped the balance of their world, revealing those traces of humanity that the eldest Salvatore had managed to burry behind a deep mask of anger, violence and indifference. That night in the graveyard, the mask slipped and Elena allowed Damon into the comfort of her arms, and unknowingly one step closer to letting him into her heart.
And despite the fact that he desperately wants to, even tells himself that he should, Stefan cannot bring himself to hate his brother for it. After all, he knows all too well the comfort it brings one to be in Elena's arms. And so history repeats itself. Two boys, one girl. One heart torn between two brothers. But he knows that Elena is nothing like Katherine. She is nothing like Katherine and so even if she comes to love them both, eventually she will pick one, only one.
And no matter how much he tries to tell himself otherwise, something within him tells him that he will not be coming out as a winner.
It was easy to pretend then. He finds that is not something that he could do now. Not when he sees the looks exchanged between his brother and the girl he once was so sure belonged only to him. No, he is no longer privileged with that kind of certainty. The passion in his brother's eyes burns like a fire, and just like a butterfly, he sees Elena slowly being drawn towards the flame.
AN: That's all. Would like to hear some thoughts about this. Thanks.