A/N: Hello everyone!
Here's my new story! Today is Diwali and it is believed to be a good day to start any new task. Hope you all like it and give it the same love you gave my other stories! Here's a small prologue, tell me what you think after reading this!
HaPpY dIwAlI to all the Indians out there! And to all the NRI(S) and anyone who celebrate it! Blow Patakas! Light diyas! Eat sweets! Have fun! :)
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Enjoy!
Summary: Damon and Elena have been friends since they were in diaper. Now after a tragic event Elena have to move to an other continent. they have never been apart, will this change anything? Will they be able to overcome the obstacles life throw at them? Will being apart bring out their feeling for each-other?
"I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?"
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Mystic Falls - 2007
She looked around her room one last time, and probably the last time. The room was empty with the exception of her bed and her dresses. The room in which she has spent her whole life was looking back at her, pleading her to not go, begging her to stay.
But she couldn't. She has to go. She can't live here. Not in this room, not in this house and not even in this town. This place suffocates her after all the tragedies. This place held so many memories and if she stayed, she would do nothing but dwell in them. And that was something she can't afford. That was something she knew they wouldn't have wanted.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
She took last look at her room and moved out, picking her suitcase on her way. She went in the hallway and took a last look at the house. Yes, house not home. Now, this place was just a house; without her cloths in the dresser, without the photos of her and her family on the walls, all this place can be is a house.
There were a few things lying here and there, but except for that this place looked like no-one lived here. The sofa, the Fridge, Thee T.V. were here and so were the other electronics but the house lacked of photos, laughter and noises and chatting...
Elena took a deep breath before she picked up her suitcase and carried it to the main door of the house. As she reached the door, she looked around, memorising each and every wall, the rooms, the kitchen, the living room. She again took a deep breath and then sighed, like looking the place has exhausted her, sucked all her energy.
She picked up her suitcase and made her way out of the house, to her car. In front of her car were standing her friends and what was left of her family. She went to them one by one and hugged them all. First in the queue was Jenna Sommers, her aunt.
Jenna Sommers was a caring woman, always there for her family. She was fun loving, good spirited, though her good mood was often enhanced by alcohol or even weed. She had had a terrible luck with men. Jenna was known for speaking her mind and having a fierce temper. She was also remarkably strong-willed and capable of adapting very quickly to any given situation.
Hold me like you never let me go
"You sure you don't wanna stay here?" She asked Elena as she took her in a mother-ly hug.
"I want to, but I can't." Elena said with watering eyes. After she and Jenna had cried a little and promised to talk at least one in a week she moved to the next person in the queue. Bonnie Bennett, her best friend since junior school.
Hold me like you never let me go
Bonnie had a dark skin colour, dark brown hairs and brown eyes. She and Elena had met in Mr. Pandora's class in the starting of their junior year. Their hate for Mr. Tanner, their history teacher, and love for some same television show had made them quick friends. Over the period of time they have strengthen their bond. And in the time that has passes they haven't ever had a single fight. They argue, yes, that is important for a healthy relationship, but never fight. After she had shed a few more tears with Bonnie she moved to the next person in the line. Damon Salvatore, her best friend/date adviser/crises manager.
Damon Salvatore; a guy with blue piercing eyes, raven black hairs. He was an all girls dream types of boy. With his lean body and sculpted muscles he could get any women he wanted. He was handsome and he knew it, so with that comes his miles long ego.
Damon and Elena had been friends since diaper. They have been attached at hip ever since. He knows all about her crushes, she knows all about her one-night stands. He knows everything about her from her favourite book to her favourite bra. She knows everything about him from his favourite game to his favourite x-rated site. He had her picture in his wallet; she had his number on speed-dial. If you ever asked someone,'Where is Elena?' the answer would always be,'With Damon.', same was the case with Damon. If you find one, you find both of them. They were never away; inseparable.
Every place I go I think of you
Now, Elena was moving to India and Damon was staying here. There will be 13,053 Kms separating them. They don't know how they will ever survive without each-other. Away from each-other.
Now the time has come to leave you
Elena threw herself against Damon perfect body and Damon hand came out to wrap themselves around her pretty were holding on each-other like lifelines, like they will break if they let go. No words were needed between the two of them. They know each-other like the back of their hands. Only eye contact and body language can tell the person, what was going on on the other's mind.
Hold me like you never let me go
"Promise we will talk daily." Damon demanded.
"Promise you won't be with some blonde or red head when I call," Elena said in the same tone as Damon and they both started laughing through tears that were falling from there eyes.
"You know that's impossible," Damon told her,"But I can promise wherever I am or whatever I am doing, I will leave it if you want me." Damon ended in serious tone and kissed her on the forehead.
"I can live with that," Elena mumbled in Damon's chest as she hugged him again.
I'm leaving on a jetplane
I don't know when I'll be back again
After their goodbye Elena turned towards everyone one and hugged them all once more before getting in her car and driving off to the airport so that she could board her flight to Mumbai, India. It would be a 16 hours, 42 minutes flight. A flight that not only would take her to a new continent but also a new life.
I'm leaving on a jetplane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
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