Sad memories (2nd in series)
By: Crashnburn_021
PG-13 (maybe more later)
Crashnburn_021@yahoo.com
Characters belong to L.J Smith; I could never create such beauty. I think I might try
and come up with some characters of my own later.
He hated this dream. Hated the sour taste it left in his mouth, the pounding in his head
that would not stop, and the hollowness in his heart that reminded him everyday of the
fact that he was once again alone. It wasn't that he was still hurting from Elena's
rejection; in fact, if he were true to himself he'd be able to admit that the pain wasn't ever
there. It wasn't Elena he had wanted, not specifically; he had simply wanted someone.
Someone to choose him, over everyone and everything, like Elena had chosen Stefan. He
wanted someone to have him. But that was, apparently, too much to ask; just a little
happiness after 500 years of regretting, of loosing a small part of himself to every women
he bedded. "I've lived for so long, suppressing these emotions and now they haunt me
in everything I do." He said out loud, to no one in particular. He just wanted a chance to
be happy, what ever that was. He had done well; saved the small town and its residents,
saved his brother and his friends. He deserved a chance. After being dormant for
centuries, my heart has finally remembered promise and purpose, He thought bitterly as
he sat up in bed.
The fucking irony of it was that he had had a chance. She had chosen him, over everyone
else she could've had; she had chosen to have him. Her feelings for him had run deeper
than a simple crush, but he had walked away. He remembered looking into her eyes,
seeing what she saw in him, what no one else had ever seen. What everyone refused to
see, or simply couldn't see. And he had walked away.
He hated this dream. This dream where she was very real and so achingly
beautiful. Yet so fucking unavailable to him. She would beg him with her eyes,
asking him why he hadn't wanted her. Why he hadn't wanted her the way he had
wanted Elena. And he tried to answer, but could not say a word. He would stand
there and watch every time, watch as the tears formed in her eyes, tears of
rejection. And he wished with all he had and all he wanted that he could tell her;
tell her that he had wanted her, still wanted her now. That he had been scared; he
had seen the real forever in her eyes and he had hesitated.
In the end the overwhelming need to touch her was making his body ache, and just
looking in to those eyes......God, did she really see that kind of greatness in him?
Just looking into her eyes and recognizing the longing, the barely sustained passion
directed towards him was......devastating. He would wake up sweating, on the
verge of screaming. Wanting to have her next to him. In her place, forever, in his bed.
But she was never there and his heart would sink to the lowest point, because he was still
alone and he could faintly remember that she smelled like strawberries.
He hated this dream.
This is what is the second part in the series Sad Memories, what do you think? Guess
you're wondering whom this character is? Tell me who you think it is, although I
think it's obvious? And tell me what you think about the story, if you want me to
continue or not?
By: Crashnburn_021
PG-13 (maybe more later)
Crashnburn_021@yahoo.com
Characters belong to L.J Smith; I could never create such beauty. I think I might try
and come up with some characters of my own later.
He hated this dream. Hated the sour taste it left in his mouth, the pounding in his head
that would not stop, and the hollowness in his heart that reminded him everyday of the
fact that he was once again alone. It wasn't that he was still hurting from Elena's
rejection; in fact, if he were true to himself he'd be able to admit that the pain wasn't ever
there. It wasn't Elena he had wanted, not specifically; he had simply wanted someone.
Someone to choose him, over everyone and everything, like Elena had chosen Stefan. He
wanted someone to have him. But that was, apparently, too much to ask; just a little
happiness after 500 years of regretting, of loosing a small part of himself to every women
he bedded. "I've lived for so long, suppressing these emotions and now they haunt me
in everything I do." He said out loud, to no one in particular. He just wanted a chance to
be happy, what ever that was. He had done well; saved the small town and its residents,
saved his brother and his friends. He deserved a chance. After being dormant for
centuries, my heart has finally remembered promise and purpose, He thought bitterly as
he sat up in bed.
The fucking irony of it was that he had had a chance. She had chosen him, over everyone
else she could've had; she had chosen to have him. Her feelings for him had run deeper
than a simple crush, but he had walked away. He remembered looking into her eyes,
seeing what she saw in him, what no one else had ever seen. What everyone refused to
see, or simply couldn't see. And he had walked away.
He hated this dream. This dream where she was very real and so achingly
beautiful. Yet so fucking unavailable to him. She would beg him with her eyes,
asking him why he hadn't wanted her. Why he hadn't wanted her the way he had
wanted Elena. And he tried to answer, but could not say a word. He would stand
there and watch every time, watch as the tears formed in her eyes, tears of
rejection. And he wished with all he had and all he wanted that he could tell her;
tell her that he had wanted her, still wanted her now. That he had been scared; he
had seen the real forever in her eyes and he had hesitated.
In the end the overwhelming need to touch her was making his body ache, and just
looking in to those eyes......God, did she really see that kind of greatness in him?
Just looking into her eyes and recognizing the longing, the barely sustained passion
directed towards him was......devastating. He would wake up sweating, on the
verge of screaming. Wanting to have her next to him. In her place, forever, in his bed.
But she was never there and his heart would sink to the lowest point, because he was still
alone and he could faintly remember that she smelled like strawberries.
He hated this dream.
This is what is the second part in the series Sad Memories, what do you think? Guess
you're wondering whom this character is? Tell me who you think it is, although I
think it's obvious? And tell me what you think about the story, if you want me to
continue or not?