- Here's another chapter of my story. Dont own any own of the characters (although I would really like to own Damon :P)
Goodbye My Almost Lover: Chapter 4
The following morning Elena woke up to find herself quite disoriented. She was still in her room but for some reasons things were not the way she remembered them to be last night. No, something was definitely not right.
For one, her room was exceptionally clean, which in itself was quite odd since Elena hadn't had the will power to do anything since Damon's departure. Cleaning her room in that state of mind was simply out of the question. And yet at the same time the cleanness gave Elena a certain sense of déjà vu so to speak, as if she has woken up numerous times to find her room precisely this way.
But what left Elena most confused was the fact that she was no longer wearing Damon's shirt. In fact, as Elena cast a quick glance around her bedroom, she found that this particular item of clothing was nowhere to be found. She found that her body missed the black silk material caressing her skin.
However, that was the least of her problems. What she needed to focus on was determining how things came to be nearly opposite of what she remembered them to be last night. Elena knew for a fact that it was Damon's shirt she wore when she got under the covers of her bed last night. It was the only thing that kept her close to him. And yet it seemed to have simply vanished into thin air. She simply didn't not understand how this was possible.
Had she been so distraught over Damon's departure that she had completely lost track of what it was that she was doing? Had she been so absorbed in her loss that she had managed to so things without have any recollection of whatsoever of actually doing them? Has she underestimated the toll Damon's departure took on her?
No that wasn't possible. Sure she had been upset, but that was not a good enough reason to completely forget her life. She refused to believe that. She was not the type of girl to fall apart into little bitty pieces, even if her world did just happen to crumble. Elena Gilbert was made out of stronger material than that.
But then, how to explain the current state of things? How to explain that everything around her looked as if it was frozen in time? How to explain why it seemed as if what happened in the last couple of days didn't happen at all?
For a brief second Elena entertained the possibility that maybe it didn't happen. But how can that be? The letter. The heartbreak. They felt all too real. She was convinced of that and yet for some reason she couldn't get rid of that little seed of doubt that planted itself in her mind. She had to make sure.
She made her way to the dresser and opened the drawer where she kept Damon's farewell letter. It was gone. Just like his shirt. What were the chances of both of these treasured items being misplaced or possibly lost at the same time? Elena knew that they were slim. Her head began to spin as hundreds of thoughts flooded her mind.
Maybe someone took them? But who and more importantly why? And wouldn't she know if someone had been in her room while she was sleeping? Not unless it was a vampire, the voice in her head answered? But there don't vampires have to be invited in? So it wasn't a vampire then, it had to be someone else. But who?
Her train of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by the sound of her cell phone vibrating, letting Elena know that she just received a text message.
The message was from Alaric briefly asking her if everything went according to plan with the weapon and Isobel. It was only a few words but it told her everything she ever needed to know. Suddenly it felt as if all the pieces fell into their places. The puzzle was solved and the veil of confusion was lifted from Elena's eyes.
Last night was when she met up with Isobel. Today was the day after the painful revelation. No one broke into her room to steal her possessions, not a vampire, not a human. The letter was not in its place because Damon never wrote it. She wasn't wearing Damon's shirt because he never left it behind when packing his clothes. He didn't pack any clothes. Damon never left to begin with. Everything that she thought she felt and went through following his departure never happened. It was all just a dream.
- Yup. She dreamed the whole thing up. Damon never wrote that letter and never left Mystic Falls. Only one chapter left. Thoughts?
