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last chapter! ^^

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and for the last time, I DO NOT OWN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES.

P.S. song is Wish I Stayed by Ellie Goulding. listen to it while reading this, if you may OwO

Why can't we speak another language, one we all agree on?

Why, when men look outside, they see houses, instead of the fields they grew from?

Something shattered inside me. I don't know if it was my heart, or my lungs, or my ribcage, or something else that was vital. All I knew was that there was a burning pain in my chest, and that it kept getting hotter and hotter with every second that I stared down at the boy I had known all my life. He was just lying there, his eyes staring and his neck too bent for it to have not been broken.

Matt's dead.

Tears had started flowing out my eyes and down my cheeks as the pain grew worse, making me weak and fragile. I vaguely felt hands touching my arms and shoulders, and fingers caressing my face in vain attempts to soothe me. It wouldn't have worked in a million years.

Matt, the only one who hadn't turned his back on me in all of this, had been killed. And it was my fault.

It was my fault because if I had just gotten out of my own way, I could have saved him. It was my fault because if I hadn't just been too lost in my own mind to notice everything that was going on, then he wouldn't be dead so young. If I had just been brave enough to accept what they wanted me to, then he would still have the choice to go to college or not.

We are constantly uprooted from them, making us tired and fearful.

And I just felt so guilty. I didn't know that it was possible to hurt so much, but it did. And right at that moment, I swear that anything could have been better.

Can you get up right now, endeavour to free-fall?

Everything that I felt, everything that hurt, the feeling in my chest that was like I couldn't breathe, it was all as if a dam had broken inside me. Hadn't Stefan mentioned something about this kind of thing? That when you finally turned on your humanity again, it was like you were drowning?

It seemed like my whole life was underwater. First the accident on the bridge with my parents, then that crash with Matt, and now this. When would my life ever surface to the world of the above? Where it was so easy to breathe? Where water wouldn't choke me every time I tried to smell the fresh air?

'Cuz you can fall if you want to, it's just a matter of how far.

The crushing pressure was too much to handle. I felt myself collapsing onto the ground beside Matt's unmoving body, sobs racking through my body with every breath I took. And there, one of my friends lied, his eyes staring at the nothingness above him. When I thought the pain couldn't get any worse, it did. A branding iron shoved itself between my ribcage, hitting my heart square, straight on. I didn't bother to pull it out anymore. What good would it have done? Matt's dead. I thought again.

You've treasured your hometown. You've forgotten where you are.

Through the grey haze that had taken over my eyesight, I saw everything that was happening around me. Caroline was murmuring discreetly with Stefan, Damon listening in intently as he stared at me, and... Was that a smile on his face? I would have thrust a stray branch into his balls right then and there if I wasn't so damn depressed. And then it hit me.

Elijah did this.

Where was he? I snapped my head side to side, viciously looking for the heartless man that had murdered my friend, and found him not a second after kneeling before me, his hand on Matt's. Why was he the one mourning? He was the one who had killed him! And I was just about to do him the same favour when he suddenly gripped Matt's wrist. Bringing it up, a relieved gasp tore its way from my throat as I saw what was on his finger.

And it will stay with you 'til your mind's been found.

And it has been found, wandering around.

The ring that curled itself around the bottom of Matt's finger was both his treasure, and his curse. He would always be brought back to life if he wanted so. If he didn't, he would never find peace. I was hoping more on the first though. Matt didn't deserve to live his life suicidal. Elijah let the hand drop back down onto Matt's stomach, and I grappled onto it for dear life. The warmth was already flooding through him. He would gasp awake any minute, and I wanted to be by his side when he did. But Elijah didn't.

He pulled me off of the ground and onto my feet, making me snarl in defiance. His grip around my arm tightened, and I winced. He probably knew exactly how hard he was holding me but didn't care. His eyes met mine in the moment of truth, and I felt myself slowly melting into his hold. "Can we talk?" Elijah asked. Nodding my head, we left the Salvatores and Caroline to watch and take care of Matt.

It's just the simple ways of getting paid, the carelessness of running away.

I wish I stayed, I wish I stayed…

Elijah led me out of the nowhere-place and into the outskirts of the city again. I was shocked when we reached a cliff and I found myself looking down at the bright lights of the buildings below.

And while I was content with watching the cars zooming through the grey rivers between structures, Elijah wasn't. "Elena, I know that you must abhor me right now, but—"

Why do I always draw triangles instead of words that this paper deserves?

'Cuz you see, I don't own my clothes, but I own my mind…

"You killed Matt." The words slipped out of my mouth like running water. And like running water, I had no regrets in not being able to take them back; though the look of defiance crossed Elijah features as he nodded his head. "You killed him, Elijah, in cold blood. Do you really expect me to forgive you? And not just that," the images from that night came rushing back, and I had to fight down the bile from erupting. It burned my throat, but it was pain worth experiencing. I wasn't going to barf in front of an Original any time soon. Not that I was going to say that I was completely, and utterly jealous of Katherine that night. There were more reasons than that. "You plotted against me with Stefan and Damon Salvatore when I left you and your family in peace, and don't you forget about that time when you left me in that cave, with your murderous sister. I could have died!"

"I was only protecting what mattered most to me. Don't you forget the time that you would have done the same." He retorted, his tone completely critical.

"It hurt, Elijah! That was why I did it in the first place!"

And it's not what you've lost, but it's what you find.

The man was in front of me in a millisecond, staring deeply into my eyes as I stared into his, lost in the intensity of the moment. He asked, "Why didn't you tell me that it had hurt?" his hand, as if on its own, moved to pull back a strand of my hair that had fallen out of place. He tucked it behind my ear in the gentlest way possible.

"Would you have cared?" I whispered back, closing my teary eyes as I savoured the feeling of his skin brushing against my cheek. "Would you have looked out for me?" As much as I hated to admit, now that the emotions were back, so was what I felt for this man.

With that skipping rope, the trampoline, the craft smoke that made us choke.

I opened my eyes again, and was surprised to find his mouth bruising against mine in a passionate kiss. It was heated, and desperate, looking for redemption. And I gave it to Elijah as I kissed him back with the same fervour. When he finally pulled away, the same glint in his eye was there again as he smiled, whispering, "I will always look out for you, lovely Elena. Always," he kissed me on the cheek, gently, "and forever." At that moment, I knew that my life was going to be a living hell. I had fallen in love with an Original. But also some part of me said, It's going to be worth it.

Smiling at the first happy thought I'd had in months, I let Elijah take me in his arms and lead me away.

But we didn't give up hope.

Happy endings are awesome, right guys? ;)

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