I think I'll be brave…
Starting with you…
Looming over the mysterious town of Mystic Falls, with its white light illuminating the tops of the trees, was a full moon.
Elena Gilbert made her way through the grand cemetery, but instead of stopping at her parents' and Aunt Jenna's grave, she kept walking. She didn't know exactly where she was going, but she kept her eye on the names on the stones until she came across the family she had been searching for.
The Salvatores.
Elena started by looking at the grave on the far left: Maria Cartwright Salvatore, Stefan and Damon's mother. Then her eyes fell on Guiseppe Salvatore's grave briefly with little regard, deciding that he didn't deserve much thought, considering how willing he was to push his sons away after they sided with Katherine back in 1864.
Elena slid down slowly when she came across Damon's tombstone. Her gentle fingers slowly slid across the years that had been engraved to mark his death: 1843-1864. She scoffed at this, knowing that there was no actual body beneath Damon's ancient grave, for he was now somewhere off in Italy, partying and drowning out his feelings with alcohol. She really couldn't blame him for leaving Mystic Falls after everything that happened. She sure as hell wished she could have left too. But, unlike Damon, Elena still had people she cared about in the drowsy town. Every day for the past year, waking up had hurt like hell, but somehow she managed to get out of bed and act like she was fine. Her charade was believable, but as soon as she got home, and locked herself in the confines of her room, the tears endlessly fell.
She was only 19 now, and she had been through way more than any 19 year old should have.
Whereas Damon's grave was old and covered in dust, Stefan's was hauntingly sharp-edged and clean. The year on his tombstone differed greatly from the numbers written elegantly on the other graves.
Stefan Salvatore's date of death was January 1, 2012.
Elena sighed shakily. It had been exactly one year, and the memories continued to haunt her dreams like a dark shadow. The one image that she couldn't erase was the very moment he looked at her before his eyes went vacant. His gaze was full of love, anguish, and self hatred. His bright hazel eyes burned right through hers before they went gray and distant. She was the last thing he ever saw.
And as far as Elena was concerned, he was the last thing she ever saw too.
Her life up to that point had been full of insanity. Stefan had left with Klaus and as soon as he returned to Mystic Falls, was forced to shut off his emotions. Every single time that she looked at him, she only saw a monster trapped in Stefan's body, and was praying for the day that he would finally be free of Klaus.
The one thing that Elena wasn't prepared for was the fact that the very night Stefan was freed, everything started to fall apart.
Like a torturous movie that she was being forced to watch, the memories filled Elena's mind as she recalled everything that happened from that night on: the terrifying mistake that led to his slow demise, the way that they had fallen in love all over again only to have him torn away from her… The way his eyes bore into her soul before he was gone…
Escaping from reality, Elena was dragged back into a world full of grief, passion and heartbreak, and she could do nothing but watch as she remembered every small detail that led up to the loss of the one man who she had tried to save.
A/N: I hope you liked this! This is a new story I'm writing—and yes, it's going to be my first real tear-jerker. Stefan dying makes me insanely sad, but I figured that this could become a tragically beautiful love song I'm using is called "Brave" by Tawgs Salter.
I figured it would be interesting to have such drastic measures make Elena and Stefan fall in love all over again, only to know that in the end they'd be torn apart. The next chapter will take place right after episode 3x09. Please comment; all of your reviews make me want to keep going!
Do you think that I should keep writing this fanfic?
Thanks!