Can't Cry Hard Enough (a Vampire Diaries Songfic)
Is my prediction (actually not really) of what I think will happen based of the promotional photos for 2x18 of TVD(I wrote this awhile ago). It also contains little snippets of my theory of the sacrifice scene (actually it's just something I think would be sad, not actually what I think will happen. So…Read…Review…)
Now that Elena Gilbert, AKA the love of Stefan Salvatore's life, was dead, all he had left were the memories. The happy times, the sad times, now everything was precious.
I'm gonna live my life
Like every day's the last
Without a simple goodbye
It all goes by so fast
Stefan remembers her clutching his hands the day of the dance, when he once again asked her if she really wanted to go to the dance, with everything that was going on. She simply answered, "That's why I want us to go, that's why we need to go. To be together. To spend as much time together as we can. Because we don't know what's going to happen tomorrow.
He'd looked at her worriedly, afraid she was deciding to give up fighting again. She sighed, seeing his expression, "Don't worry, Stefan, I'm not planning on doing anything or going anywhere. But I don't know what will happen in the future. I'm going to try, going to fight as hard as I can, for as long as it takes, to live. But, Stefan, anything could kill me. And a lot of things can kill you. You can't protect me from everything, and I can't protect you from everything. All we can do is live life to the fullest. Enjoy it while it lasts. Because whether you have eternity, or a short time, forever doesn't last forever. Everyone dies eventually."
And now that you've gone
I can't cry hard enough
No, I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now
Both Stefan and Damon sat by the fire in the den, glasses of alchol in their hands. But no matter how much they drank, it wouldn't take the pain away.
Damon was standing in the doorway while they talked that day. He remembered being hurt by them kissing after her speech, and closing the door so he could go get drunk to numb the pain. But what he didn't do, he wished he had done. He wished he had listenend to her words and celebrated with her that they were still alive for the moment.
Gonna open my eyes
And see for the first time
I let go of you like
A child letting go of his kite
At her funeral, Stefan tells everyone about when they first met, or when she first officially met him. Outside the boy's restroom, their eyes interlocked. He told of her kindness, her compassion. For every reson he fell in love with her.
And as the coffin is lowered into the ground, and he is left alone; with tears dripping down his face, he is able to let go. Because he knows he will see her again, that she will be waiting for him wherever she is.
There it goes, up in the sky
There it goes, beyond the clouds
For no reason why
I can't cry hard enough
No, I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now
And then, facing however long that it takes for him to see her again, he sends up to the heavens, where she's bound to be, three simple words, I love you.
Gonna look back in vain
And see you standing there
When all that remains
Is an empty chair
Damon remembered the first time he told her he loved her, how she stood there confused afterwards. And then he knows she won't ever remember that. But what she will remember is him kneeling by her after she died, yelling for her to come back, "Oh, god, I love you so much! Nooo! Please, please, noo!" Damon never yelled like that, and he rarely said please. But she was an exception, always an exception.
And now that you've gone
I can't cry hard enough
No, I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now
Both Stefan and Damon had tried to get to her, and failed until it was nearly too late. They'd smashed themselves against the invisible wall the witches had made, watching her blood flow from her body. Like an never ending supply of crimson that would never run out.
Except it did.
There it goes, up in the sky
There it goes, beyond the clouds
For no reason why
I can't cry hard enough
No, I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now
Hundreds of years later, they'd still remember that day, no matter how much Stefan just wanted it to leave his mind, stay forever soaked into the pages of his diary. Years later, they both would still have nightmares about it.
And now that you've gone
I can't cry hard enough
No, I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now
It wasn't a scary dream, but it terrified them. It terrified them because they weren't able to save her. That they had to say goodbye. That was the worst part of the dreams, to say goodbye. No matter how much each of them had told themselves that they were at peace with it, that they'd let go, it really didn't feel like they had.
At night it came, so vividly. Elena lying there, them finally able to get to her, but nowing it was too late to do anything. Even if they healed her, it couldn't replace the blood she'd lost. And the speel for the sacrifice wouldn't stop until she was dead. It worked that way whether she was fully drained of blood or not.
Both Damon and Stefan held her hands, one at each side. Stefan stroked her cheek as she weakly opened her eyes. "Elena?"
"S-stefan?" She answered, "D-damon…" Tears filled her eyes as she whimpered, "It hurts, I can't see you."
"I know. Shh…it's all going to be okay." Stefan said, so close to tears himself. Stefan took off his leather jacket as Elena shivered and lifter her a little to wrap it around her. He didn't care if it got soaked in blood, or that it probably wouldn't help her. But he had to try what little he could manage.
"No…It's alright, Stefan, you don't have to lie to me, I know I'm going to die…and I'm okay with it."
"Okay with it? How can you be okay with it." Damon yelled, startling everyone. Elena, startled, jumped a little, and then whinced.
"Damon why don't you just…" Stefan started to say, but then trailed off. Damon needed a chance to say goodbye, they all did.
"Stop!" Elena demanded, "Please, just stop." She took a deep breathe, which she choked on. Then she coughed up blood, "I don't have much time…just…just promise me something…that you'll take care of each other. As much as you pretend you can't stand each other, I know better. You're brothers, you love each other."
"I promise." Stefan said.
Damon nodded, "I will."
"Good…good…" Elena's eyes started closing but she mangaged to open them again, much weaker and slower than the first time, "Please…tell everybody I love them, please…and…and I love you guys."
"I love you so much. What am I going to do without you?"
"You'll make it," Elena answed,"You'll wait for me?"
"Of course," He kissed her, "Oh, I love you."
"Is it my turn?" Damon managed to smirk.
Elena's replying laugh was weak and sad, "Goodbye Damon."
Damon leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear,"I love you Elena, nothing will change that."
"Yes," She said," Something will…you'll find somebody, and that will change. You deserve somebody, Damon. Everyone does."
A wave of fatigue swept over the dying girl, and she knew she had less than a minute, "I'm scared." She realized.
"We're right by your side," Stefan said, stroking her hair, "Always."
"Always." She murmured as her eyelids finally closed permantly.
