The sky is dark, thick clouds gathering threatening rain. The wind whips through the bare branches of the oak trees. It whistles through the stones, a haunting tune, like the sad voices of those lost before their time. Leaves are blown across the clean cut grass, brushing against the legs of the loan figure standing there. Dark brunette hair whips around a thin oval face, dark chocolate eyes stare blankly ahead. Elena stands at the foot of the grave arms wrapped around her thin frame, as if she is trying to just hold herself together, trying to keep everything from falling out of the hole inside her. It doesn't make sense, how can this be? Why is the universe so cruel? She stands unmoving, completely blind to the dropping temperature, and the growing threat of a storm. Why? She thinks Why did you take them from me?
The skies open. Rain drops plummet towards the Earth. Angel's tears falling in grief for a life taken so tragically. They soak into her hair and black clothes, instantly, but she doesn't notice. She just stars at the stone in front of her, unable to fully accept, to believe what has transpired. She refuses to accept it, no she can't accept it, but she has too. She has to accept that he isn't coming back, she won't see his smile, or hear his laugh, not again, never again. She hears a voice, it sounds so far away.
"Elena?" it says. She doesn't answer. She can't, her voice won't work, her body isn't listening to her. "Elena?" She finally speaks.
"Yes, Damon?" He walks closer and reaches out placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Elena, you can't be here by yourself you know it isn't safe." He says gently.
"I don't care." Damon's eyes widen in surprise. He changes tactics.
"Where is Stefan?"
"He left…." Damon is nodding his head when she adds "With her." He freezes, stilling to stone as he watches her, waiting. "He left with her, after she killed him, she killed him and Stefan still left with her." Elena turns her head watery chocolate meets piercing ice blue as she says "She killed him and Stefan left with her. He is gone forever, and Stefan—" A sob escapes her cutting off the end of her sentence. Her knees give out as her grief finally overcomes her. Damon catches her and holds her shaking form tight against his chest. For the first time in three days Elena finally allows herself to mourn her loss.
They stand there at the foot of the grave in the pouring rain. Two black pillars, one lost in grief, the other standing strong, rain running down their faces, dripping from their hair, soaking into clothing. Tears of the angels, mourning with them. They stare at the stone only a few feet away.
Jeremy Gilbert
1994-2011
A Life Ended To Soon
Loving Brother, Best Friend
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Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed! Well I mean I hope you liked it, I guess it is kind of hard to enjoy a sad story. Anyways this was just something I had rolling around in my head and I couldn't sleep so I thought why not, might as well write it down! Reviews are much appreciated.
