A/N: This idea popped up in my head while watching "Our Town". Hope you like it! (Sorry for any grammar/vocabulary mistakes)

Part 1/5

Death

Elena was standing on the bridge, watching him leave.

Her lips were still clammy and red from the vampire's blood, which was shamelessly dripping down her chin. She could still feel the metallic taste of it on the tip of her tongue. Sensing it made her spit in disgust.

She stood there, motionless and numb. There were so many thoughts running through her tired mind that she couldn't focus on any of them. She felt it all: despair, misery, disappointment, anger, rage, hatred and unbelief. But at the same time, she didn't feel anything. This mix of emotions was too much for her to bear. It was unbelievable for her that Stefan, of all people, did this to her. It was him who had saved her from dying on this bridge, him who had always let her make a choice herself. And now he not only took her choice away, but also threatened to kill her here, by pushing her off of the speeding car, straight to the deep and icy waters of the river, with no chance for survival. At least not in her original, human form.

Her eyes were misty and red-rimmed from the tears that she just couldn't shed. Yet they were still in her, unable to get out, filling up her whole body and making it quiver. Second by second, she felt her legs becoming more and more nerveless and too light to carry the heaviness of her blue, swollen heart. She tried to move, to fight against this overwhelming stupor, but, having made the first, painful step, she collapsed and fell on the ground. This time there was no Stefan to catch her.

She curled up and lay like this on the rough asphalt. She was bedraggled and the raindrops still kept on falling down her rubicund cheeks, but Elena simply didn't care. She nestled her face to the ground, as if it was a pillow. As if it was Stefan's chest.

When she closed her eyes, he saw his face – the memory was so vivid that almost left Elena breathless. His olive eyes, oh, they were filled with such warmth, passion, protectiveness, a tiny spark of nostalgia and, most importantly, love. He gave her that welcoming look and Elena was ready to drown in his green irises. Her tiny heart wasn't broken anymore. It started beating, loudly and sonorously, and the sound of its beating was like the most wonderful song in the world, because it was their love which was singing it.

She couldn't help but smile to her thoughts – she even let out a silent chuckle at the memory of them cooking together. But her happiness didn't last long. Suddenly, his face started changing – the fire in his eyes died, leaving them dull and lifeless, turning all the impassioned emotions they once held into pure boredom. His tentative smile yield to an evil smirk which curved his pink lips, the ones where Elena had wanted to place thousand kisses upon, but it seemed like centuries ago. He looked at her derisively, seeing her as nothing but delectable food.

She was shaking her head up and down, trying to erase the fatal picture from her mind, but it didn't help. He seemed to be laughing at her for even trying to do so, as if he'd known that she won't succeed.

All of the sudden, the face finally faded away as Elena went unconscious, hit by the car. Her frazzled heart didn't even put up a fight. It let out a last, muffled beat, saying goodbye to her human life.