Thank you for the reviews/favorites/follows! I really appreciate it. I hope you understand how the story goes even if there are errors and spacing needed. I mean, I edited it numerous times already but somehow it still doesn't change anything. :/
Anyway, this chapter's a bit short.
Enjoy!
6/01
Dear diary,
It's been two weeks since I last saw him. He looked so sad and angry all the time. Usually I see him at his usual spot in the library, away from the other students, reading a book I couldn't even remember. He looks so familiar, like I know him.
Why does he have a drawing of me? Why was he angry when he saw me holding that drawing?
Elena
"Hey Elena? Table 07 needs a cleanup," Mr. Brandon, the owner of The Pub, tells me from the bar. I looked at him and nodded. I grabbed a tray, a cleaning spray, and a rug.
When I walked to table 07, it's like the whole world stop when I saw him. No, no. It couldn't be him. It couldn't be Stefan.
But when I reached the table, it wasn't Stefan.
It was the boy from the library.
The one who was angry when I saw what he drew. He was smiling at my direction.
I went to his table and started to clean.
He cleared his throat. "I didn't know you worked here."
"I do. I needed a job."
"The library not enough for you?" He said.
I looked at him. "No, I… it's kind of personal." I gathered the plates and the cups in the tray.
"Want to talk about it?" He said.
"Want to talk about why you drew a picture of my face?" I shot.
He was quiet. "It's a long story."
I sighed. "Let me know if you're ready to order."
I went back to the bar.
06/06
Dear diary,
I went to visit my parents today. I didn't know how long I've stayed there. I miss them. So much. I miss everything about them. I miss the sound of Mom's voice, the smell of Dad's coffee in the morning, the smell of Mom's perfume. Everything.
I just heard someone knock on the door.
I better see who it is.
Elena
It was the boy from the library.
"How did you know where I live?" I crossed my arms.
"It's a small town. I asked the first person I saw." He said.
That line sounded familiar… somewhere.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
He sighed. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior in the past weeks."
I forced a laugh. "It's not a big deal."
He looked at me for a second and said, "Are you crying?"
I didn't realize I've been crying earlier upstairs.
Crap.
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "Yeah, I guess so."
He nodded. "Want to talk about it?"
I sighed and nodded.
I stepped back and he entered the house.
I left him in the living room and went straight to the kitchen. I grabbed two cans of Coke in the refrigerator. "You can sit if you want," I shouted from the kitchen. When he didn't reply, I saw him looking at old pictures. I'm glad Damon saved some of them when I set my house on fire. Some of them were from the Salvatore Boarding House which Damon was happy to give them to me. I saw him holding a picture of me and Jeremy.
"His name is Jeremy." I said when I handed him a Coke. "He's my brother."
He grabbed the Coke from me and said, "Where's he now?"
Dead probably.
"I'm not sure. We lost contact of each other." I said.
"Anyway, you didn't tell me what your name was." I changed the subject immediately. I didn't want him to see me cry. He looked at me and said, "I'm Will. Will Salvatore."
My eyes widen. I felt my heart race.
"You're a Salvatore?" My eyes widen.
"Yep." He looked at me. "Is there something wrong?"
I was stunned by a second or two. "No, no. Not at all."
I went to the couch and he did the same. "Any relations with Damon Salvatore?"
Will said. "He's my uncle."
So that makes him…
"You're Stefan Salvatore's son?" I asked him slowly. My eyes never tore away from his.
My palms started to sweat.
Will looked at me and said, "He's my dad."
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