So, after tonight's Stelena focused finale, I didn't want to leave this story on the sad note of the last chapter. Now we're back to Delena goodness :)
Disclaimer: TVD is not mine.
After six months without him she breaks down. It's the week before her 19th birthday, and all she can think about is her 18th birthday, when she had Damon and had lost Stefan. SShe can't stop thinking about the way Damon never left her; the way he held her together that summer.
"Go," Stefan tells her, the day before she turns 19. "I know you need him. I know your heart isn't here. I've been denying it for six months, Elena. We both have. It's time to stop pretending. Go."
"Stefan, no," she says halfheartedly.
"No, Elena. Go. Just… go. Go before I can rethink this." She can't find it in herself to refuse him again—not when he's giving her the only thing she wants.
"I'm so sorry. I never meant to do this." She tells him, tears shining in her eyes.
"I know, Elena." He says. "I know. Just… go."
Six months later, and he's still not getting better. He drinks all the time now, and his tastes aren't particular; bourbon, vodka, sorority girl... anything would do. It's right before her 19th birthday, a fact that he can't shove out of his mind, and he keeps thinking back to a year ago. He didn't have her, but he was with her, and that was so much better than nothing at all.
Call her. A part of his brain whispers. No, don't. the other part of him tells him. You promised Stefan you'd leave.
It's just a happy birthday, the other side of him tells him.
He doesn't have the strength to do this anymore, he realizes, his phone already in his hand. He just needs to speak to her, if only for a few moments. He's not sure if that will make it easier or harder, but he knows it's what he needs.
Before he has a chance, the phone rings.
On her 19th birthday they find each other in a small town in Georgia—the place where their relationship began. She's waiting for him when he gets there, and neither of them has ever felt as complete as they do in the first long moment where they stand there, staring at each other and trying to process if this is really happening.
Then she's running at him, throwing her arms around him and crashing her lips to his. He lifts her up and she wraps her legs around him tightly, desperately holding him to her. They are each trying to memorize this moment and the way they feel in each other's arms.
Damon and Elena: two broken, jagged, scarred halves; one imperfect whole.
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