A/N: I don't know why I have to write always something so angst XD I simply can't help it. So, forgive me if this is too sad. In this story many years have passed and Elena has her own "normal" life, without the Bros. I thought about this idea after episode 2x20, when Elena said she wanted to grow up, she wanted a family… So, what if this come true? English is not my first language, so forgive me for my mistakes, even if my friend S correct this for me ;) I don't own anything.
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
"I heard Elena had a child."
Liar. You're always an amazing liar, Damon, but you're not when Elena is concerned. Pain and love, everything is written all over your face and you're not able to hide your emotions, no matter which vampire trick you know.
You try desperately to show nothing but indifference while you say these words, but you fail. Your voice breaks and you hold on tightly to your bourbon glass. The crystal cracks lightly in your hand.
Stefan distracts his attention from the book he's reading and his gaze lingers on you. Suddenly his eyes are full of gloom, more than usual. He nibbles at his bottom lip and he swallows hard. The news re-opens an old wound. You know very well how your brother is feeling right now. It's like his heart is starting to bleed again as yours is doing.
For a few minutes the silence surrounds you. Stefan looks out of the window. Then his gaze returns on you. You, the one who's drinking his fifth glass.
"How does he look like?"
Stefan whispers.
You want to say that you don't know, that this news is just a random rumor you heard all around the town, but Stefan knows you, he knows you better than anyone else and he is totally aware that it wouldn't be the truth. You're talking about this because you saw Elena's son with your own eyes. Because you never stopped watching her since she left both of you. You watched every step she took, every happy moment and every success, every sadness and every crash. And you have never been able to stop. You've never been able to stop loving her.
So you take your decision, no more lies. And you tell Stefan about his short brown hair, his sweet smile, his tender pout, all those little things that remind you of Elena, a lot.
"Do his eyes look like hers?"
Stefan asks. And you know that now both of you are thinking at those wonderful doe eyes. She could speak just with her big chocolate eyes, they were like a stage where her emotions could play.
"No."
You can't say anything else. You can't tell Stefan that the kid has bright, innocent, curios eyes. That those eyes are as blue as the sky. Eyes that could have been easily yours.
You swallow hard another glass of bitter liquid. Then you're gone, before Stefan could see the tears that are going down on your face.