Should I make this a story? Like 15-25 chapters? If it gets 3 or more reviews then I'll keep it going. This'll just be the introduction to the story. It's gonna start at where they meet and so on so on
I've been in love. I have fallen so hard that it hurts, but when it's time to let that person go, it feels like your whole world is crashing and burning. Sometimes you pray and ask where did it go wrong? Why did it have to happen like this but you never get an answer. Life has a way of being shitty like that. Life has a way of throwing you curveballs so fast that you would never see it coming. I didn't. I never thought I'd find my husband sprawled across the kitchen floor pale and cold, I never thought I'd be sitting in the back of an ambulance staring into nothingness, praying that he would be alright, and I never thought that I would watch him take his last breath. I fell over him sobbing hysterically telling him to wake up, get up, stay up. I told him not to leave me, he PROMISED not to leave me. So many things flashed through my mind, the things I never thought would be the last of so soon. His last I love you. his last smile, his last hug and the last time he held me close and told me how beautiful I was. Death can cripple you completely. It makes you want to curl up in a blanket and stay there for months to years. Your friends call and even take the time to come over but you can't bring yourself to get up and face them. Family tries to call and offer their condolences but you push them away too because getting condolences would mean having to accept the fact that he's actually gone. You would have to accept the fact that you buried him and that he won't be here to hold you anymore
Being in love is amazing yet tragic. I remember the day my husband proposed to me, his eyes scanned over my white strapless dress, admiring what I wore that evening. He had this look in his eyes like he has never seen anyone so beautiful and the words that slipped out from between his perfect pink lips proved that I read his look correctly
As I descended down my stairs in a dramatic yet flattering matter, his honey gold eyes held my emerald green eyes in a loving gaze. He held his hand out and waited for me to grab it. He helped me the rest of the way down then he gave me a soft yet lingering kiss on the cheek. I felt tingles and sparks shoot from my cheek through my whole body. His eyes are like the color of a beautifully handmade leather book, promising a story of loyalty, long-life and devotion. I could just look into them all night and read about him, what he loves, what he admires and what he wants in life. He drove me to this beautiful restaurant on the outskirts of town. It was secluded and romantic. There were candles, champagne, a beautiful view and so much more. I'll never forget the look on his face when I told him just how beautiful it was "It's beautiful Stefan, thank you so much" I gasped at the sight of everything. After we ate dinner we just sat on the edge of our seats, admiring the lights and the dimly lit sky. He got up and grabbed my hand, bringing me toward the edge
He looked into my eyes and smiled "There are so many reasons why I love you Elena" he paused and licked his lips "you give me light in the darkness and hope where I thought there shouldn't be. It's mostly the small things that make me fall in love with you more and more everyday. Like the way you twirl your hair when you're nervous or the way your eyebrows twitch when you're in deep concentration" I giggled and lifted my hand to wipe a stray tear. "I want to wake up to your beautiful face every morning and fall asleep next to it every night. I can guarantee that there will be tons of hard times but way more good times. I would never let you go about this thing alone, my heart will be your shelter and my arms will be your home. There are many ways to be happy in this life but all I want is you". Tears were freely soaring down my face and landing into the crisp night air. He got on his knee and pulled out a small black box. My hand didn't fly up to my mouth but to my heart. This was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, the man I could call my soulmate with no hesitation. "Elena Miranda Gilbert, I love you so much. Will you please do the honor of becoming my wife?" I jumped up and down, squealing but still crying. I said yes without another thought in my mind. I had no doubts, no reason to believe that he wasn't the love of my life. He slid the ring onto my finger then lifted me off of my feet and pulled me into the most soft, sensual yet passionate kiss that he had ever given me. After a few minutes I pull away, gasping for air, "I love you" I said happily. He smiled with all of his pearly whites "I love you so much more"
I entered the house and felt around the darkness so I could make my way up the stairs, it's so dark and cold and lonely. I look into the darkness of my empty bedroom. The one that used to be full of so much joy, smiles and laughter. I grab the picture of us off of the bedside table, a tear falling onto the frame and sliding downward. "I love you" I whispered into the air, hoping that wherever he is he can hear me loud and clear "I'll always love you". I layed down, curled into my blanket and clutched the picture to my chest and closed my eyes, letting sleep wash over me once again