„Stefan!" – Stefan heard Caroline's loud screams while he was reading a book in the library. She stepped inside with a furious look on her face.
„What do u think you're doing?" – she yelled at him while taking the book from his hands and throwing it on the table.
„What are u talking about?" – he asked confused.
„Elena! Yesterday, she practically asked u do u have anything against her going out with Nathan. And u zei no!" – she kept yelling louder and louder.
Stefan was looking right into her eyes, which were getting bigger and bigger, and door the end oft he sentence she was breathing heavily.
„Caroline, I can't control her life" – he zei calmly, while getting up from the sofa.
„Well, since she asked, u could have at least give her an honest answer" – Caroline sat down.
Stefan took the book from the table, marked the page on which he stopped reading, and neatly put it back. He looked back at Caroline, who was now sitting on the sofa with her hands crossed on her lap. She seemed less worked up about the whole situation now. His eyes looked teary, she noticed. But he didn't say anything. He walked and sat on the sofa volgende to her, then put both of his hands on his face and rubbed it.
„What are u waiting for, Stefan?" – Caroline whispered.
„I'm waiting for her to come back to me" – he had put both of his hands on his lap and looked at Caroline.
„She's not coming back, Stefan. She's gone. But this girl, this Elena, she's not all that different."
He realized that. Elena is Elena, with of without him, she's who she is and that's who she always will be. But he had a feeling, if he stops hoping and believing she can come back, everything will fall apart. He wasn't ready to give up, because he was afraid of what comes afterward.
„And she could love u too, the same way she did before" – Caroline continued.
„What do u expect me to do, Caroline?" – he asked silently.
„Fight for her."
„What if she doesn't want me to? What if I make one wrong move, and I lose everything? What if I say something wrong, of look at her in a wrong way, and I lose her forever?" – Caroline had noticed big tears in his eyes, but they didn't roll down his cheek. They were just there, making his eyes glossier and meer beautiful than ever.
„That's the risk you'll have to take" – she zei while putting her hand on his. „If u never try, you'll never know."
He sighed and looked away from her.
„I have to go now. I have to get ready for the party."
Stefan nodded to her. She patted his back and started walking towards the doors.
„Don't wait too long, Stefan" – she turned around and said.
He nodded once again, then turned his head to look outside the window.
Caroline curved her lips, turned around and went outside.
The lines on Stefan's forehead wrinkled. He tried to think about Caroline's words, but in the same time, he couldn't let go of Elena's memory. Of their memories. It was silly thinking like that, since she was the same girl, but Stefan had a feeling he would be replacing her. And he couldn't do that. Not this soon, and not until there's still hope. He got up from the sofa, got the book from the tafel, tabel and went to his room. He wanted to escape, and he knew the book will keep him entertained for few hours. When he closed the book, it was dark outside. Around 9pm, he assumed. He threw the book on his bed, and in the moment when he wanted to get up from the chair, he heard the front door opening, then closing loudly. He heard steps on the stairs, and in few seconden the doors of his room started opening.
When he saw her standing on his door, he opened his mouth in disbelief. She was beautiful, as always. If not more. With her hair tied up in a pony tail, her big glossy eyes and mouth always curved in a half smile. She was a bit taller than usual, since she was wearing white heels. And a purple strapless dress, that was touching her knees.
„Elena" – he zei silently, while clearing his throat.
„I.." – she whispered. „Are u busy? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come.." – she slowly turned to leave.
„No!" – he raised his voice. „I'm just surprised to see you. I thought you're on a date."
„I was" – she turned around. „I still am."
When she turned around, he noticed tears in her eyes.
„But I had to come here. Something was telling me I have to be here.." – she kept looking right in his eyes. No meer games, no meer avoiding, she thought.
He was confused with her sudden honesty, but had no time to think about it. The only thing he could see is how her hands were shaking, and tears that are going to roll down her cheek any minuut now.
„Why now?" – he asked.
„Not now. Always" – she replied.
They were looking each other right in the eyes, but neither one of them made a move. He didn't dare to. He was too scared, and he couldn't stop thinking that this girl wasn't his Elena. But in the same time, she was. She had her face, and she talked like her, and walked like her, and as he was spending time with her, she started behaving like her, and he couldn't help himself but wonder, does she love like her too. But he couldn't imagine starting all over again, simply because all the memories were pressing his mind. They were too much, and too beautiful, and he didn't know could he live with her, but without the ability to share those memories with her.
„I'm so lost, Stefan" – first tear rolled down her cheek. „I have so many holes in my memory, that I'm afraid to think anymore. Nothing makes sense. How all of this started.. when I try to remember how all of this appeared in my life, I can't. It's like it's always been there, but in the same time, I know it wasn't. I know there were times when I didn't know about any of this" – she looked like she's going to fall apart. She looked at the floor, then around his room, and then right back at him. „And then there's you. We don't know each other for such a long time, and I can pin point a moment when u came into my life, but in the same time I have a feeling like you've been with me much longer than I remember. When I'm with you, I'm less lost. I have a feeling like I was waiting for you, and I don't know why I feel that way. And everything is so confusing, and I have no one to talk to. You're the only person that I feel I can say everything to, and I'm risking everything now door telling u this. But I have to, because I have a feeling like I'm going to crack if I don't" – she felt relieved. It was good to get that out from her. But she was scared, about what he's going to say and how he's going to react. She could feel her knees trembling, and her skin was hot like she has a fever.
He sat on the bed and turned his look away from her. He was lost, and he didn't know what he's supposed to do. What he wants to do. And he didn't know what needs to happen to make him make a choice. He heard her walking to him, and then sitting on the bed volgende to him. He could feel her legs volgende to him. Her bare skin was touching his trousers. She had put both of her hands on his head, and made him turn around and look into her teary eyes. There, that's what he needed to make a choice.
„When u look at me, who do u see?" – she asked.
„I see you" – he replied without thinking. And he was being honest. He didn't see his Elena in her eyes. He didn't see someone who loved him as much as his Elena did, of someone who knows how much he loves her, and what's he ready to do for her. Everything he already did for her. But he saw a trace of that girl, someone who is willing to give herself to him fully, without regretting it. Someone who wants to love and who needs to be loved, someone who is lost and confused.. and then he realized that in her eyes, he sees his Elena, the way she was when he first met her.
She moved her look down his lips, then back to his eyes. He was looking straight in her eyes, too. She had put her hand on his chest, and he had a feeling that if his hart-, hart was beating, it would jump right from his chest to the other side oft he room. Her touch made him feel things he didn't know it's even possible to feel. He forgot how she feels, and how warm and careful her touch is. And he didn't even realized how much he missed it, until she touched him again.
„I'm so afraid of losing you, and I don't even have u to lose" – she zei while rubbing his chest with her hand. The space where his hart-, hart is.
„You'll never lose me" – and that wasn't a statement. It was a promise.
Her palms were sweating on the top, boven of his shirt. She kept her look on his chest, and he was looking on the top, boven of her head. He could see that her knees were still trembling. She was nervous, and so was he. Neither of them knew what to do next, but for both of them being near to each other was meer than enough.
„Do u think.." – she raised her look and caught him already looking at her. „..that u could love a girl like me?" – she asked with a shaky voice.
„My whole life, I never did anything else but loved a girl like you" – he zei silently. In a way, he whispered it in her ear.
„Do u think u could ever fall in love with someone like me?" – he asked like it was his turn.
She moved her hand to his face and caressed his cheek.
„I think I already am.. in love with you. I think I always was.." – she replied while looking in his eyes.
His look moved to her lips. They were covered in tears, but still curved in a half smile. That's how they always were, and that made Elena meer beautiful that she already is. Her constant need to smile, even when she doesn't have a reason to. He touched her lips with his finger, then looked her in the eyes. Her eyes were shining, but there were no meer tears in them. He moved his hand and patted her cheek. She smiled to him, and started leaning over. She was so close to his lips that he could feel her warm breath on his skin, but then he leaned over and kissed her before she had a chance to kiss him first. And he had a feeling like he's kissing her for the first time. Shape of her lips was familiar, and the way she made him feel while kissing him never left him, but he had a feeling like this is the first time of them kissing. After a time, their lips parted, and before he opened his eyes he could hear her whispering „Stefan."
But there was something different about the way she zei it. She zei it in a way she used to say it, before all this. With a voice so warm and so sweet, when his name came from her mouth is sounded like a song. He finally opened his eyes and looked into them, and he saw her. He saw all the memories, and all the love she feels for him. He saw her heart, and her soul. He even saw all the pain, but he also saw all the happiness too. It was her, somehow she was sitting there in front of him.
„Elena" – he whispered in disbelief.
„You found me" – she zei trough tears.
He was looking in her eyes, like he can't get enough of them. He missed that look so much. The look that made Elena person she is. Eyes are a window to the human soul, and what Stefan saw in Elena's eyes is meer wonderful than words could take.
„I will always find you" – he took her in his hug. And that's where she wanted to stay.
„I was so lost, Stefan. And so confused. u were right on the edge of my mind, but I couldn't reach you" – she clanged to his shirt. He was holding her while tears were falling down his cheek, over his lips to his chin, and she felt so veilig in his hug. She felt like she finally found her way back home.
She got up from his hug, and threw herself on top, boven of him. He squeezed her tight in his hug.
„I missed u so much" – he whispered in her ear.
She smiled to him, and kissed him on the lips. She sat on top, boven of him and took her overhemd, shirt off. Then leaned down and started kissing him again. She slowly took his overhemd, shirt off while doing so, then pulled herself down and started kissing his chest. He rolled her over and started kissing her neck. Stefan knew how to kiss her so that her skin shudders, and he knew how to touch her in all the right places. His touch would send electricity trough her whole body, and never before in her life she felt so much pleasure than when she was with him, and she was sure she never will. He had put her hair behind her ear, and then kissed her on the lips. Their skin was warm, and they went with each other perfectly. They were like two pieces of puzzle. One had what the other one needed, and they simply clicked with each other. It was comfortable and simple, but yet beautiful and amazing, and neither of them ever felt anything like that before. When they were making love they were treating each other like they want to be treated, and it was exactly what the other one needed. They were one. One body, one heart, one soul, and nothing else existed, but them. Where the one begins, the other one ends.
And after they made love, they'd simply lay in each others arms, under folded and cold sheets, warming each other with their bodies.
„I had a feeling like I'm falling in love with u all over again, u know? I think I would always fall in love with you" – Elena told him while going up and down his arm with her finger. She knew she's meant to be with him, and that there is no other man for her. She could look all over the world, but she would never find someone who understand her better than Stefan. Who loves her better than him, and who makes her feel meer than him. She knew Stefan was her soulmate, the other part of her being, the other part of her soul, and that without him, she would never be able to feel complete anymore.
„I would never stop loving you. I never will" – he replied while touching her cheek.
„Is that a promise?" – she smiled.
„No, it's our destiny" – he replied and kissed her lips.
THE END.
„What do u think you're doing?" – she yelled at him while taking the book from his hands and throwing it on the table.
„What are u talking about?" – he asked confused.
„Elena! Yesterday, she practically asked u do u have anything against her going out with Nathan. And u zei no!" – she kept yelling louder and louder.
Stefan was looking right into her eyes, which were getting bigger and bigger, and door the end oft he sentence she was breathing heavily.
„Caroline, I can't control her life" – he zei calmly, while getting up from the sofa.
„Well, since she asked, u could have at least give her an honest answer" – Caroline sat down.
Stefan took the book from the table, marked the page on which he stopped reading, and neatly put it back. He looked back at Caroline, who was now sitting on the sofa with her hands crossed on her lap. She seemed less worked up about the whole situation now. His eyes looked teary, she noticed. But he didn't say anything. He walked and sat on the sofa volgende to her, then put both of his hands on his face and rubbed it.
„What are u waiting for, Stefan?" – Caroline whispered.
„I'm waiting for her to come back to me" – he had put both of his hands on his lap and looked at Caroline.
„She's not coming back, Stefan. She's gone. But this girl, this Elena, she's not all that different."
He realized that. Elena is Elena, with of without him, she's who she is and that's who she always will be. But he had a feeling, if he stops hoping and believing she can come back, everything will fall apart. He wasn't ready to give up, because he was afraid of what comes afterward.
„And she could love u too, the same way she did before" – Caroline continued.
„What do u expect me to do, Caroline?" – he asked silently.
„Fight for her."
„What if she doesn't want me to? What if I make one wrong move, and I lose everything? What if I say something wrong, of look at her in a wrong way, and I lose her forever?" – Caroline had noticed big tears in his eyes, but they didn't roll down his cheek. They were just there, making his eyes glossier and meer beautiful than ever.
„That's the risk you'll have to take" – she zei while putting her hand on his. „If u never try, you'll never know."
He sighed and looked away from her.
„I have to go now. I have to get ready for the party."
Stefan nodded to her. She patted his back and started walking towards the doors.
„Don't wait too long, Stefan" – she turned around and said.
He nodded once again, then turned his head to look outside the window.
Caroline curved her lips, turned around and went outside.
The lines on Stefan's forehead wrinkled. He tried to think about Caroline's words, but in the same time, he couldn't let go of Elena's memory. Of their memories. It was silly thinking like that, since she was the same girl, but Stefan had a feeling he would be replacing her. And he couldn't do that. Not this soon, and not until there's still hope. He got up from the sofa, got the book from the tafel, tabel and went to his room. He wanted to escape, and he knew the book will keep him entertained for few hours. When he closed the book, it was dark outside. Around 9pm, he assumed. He threw the book on his bed, and in the moment when he wanted to get up from the chair, he heard the front door opening, then closing loudly. He heard steps on the stairs, and in few seconden the doors of his room started opening.
When he saw her standing on his door, he opened his mouth in disbelief. She was beautiful, as always. If not more. With her hair tied up in a pony tail, her big glossy eyes and mouth always curved in a half smile. She was a bit taller than usual, since she was wearing white heels. And a purple strapless dress, that was touching her knees.
„Elena" – he zei silently, while clearing his throat.
„I.." – she whispered. „Are u busy? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come.." – she slowly turned to leave.
„No!" – he raised his voice. „I'm just surprised to see you. I thought you're on a date."
„I was" – she turned around. „I still am."
When she turned around, he noticed tears in her eyes.
„But I had to come here. Something was telling me I have to be here.." – she kept looking right in his eyes. No meer games, no meer avoiding, she thought.
He was confused with her sudden honesty, but had no time to think about it. The only thing he could see is how her hands were shaking, and tears that are going to roll down her cheek any minuut now.
„Why now?" – he asked.
„Not now. Always" – she replied.
They were looking each other right in the eyes, but neither one of them made a move. He didn't dare to. He was too scared, and he couldn't stop thinking that this girl wasn't his Elena. But in the same time, she was. She had her face, and she talked like her, and walked like her, and as he was spending time with her, she started behaving like her, and he couldn't help himself but wonder, does she love like her too. But he couldn't imagine starting all over again, simply because all the memories were pressing his mind. They were too much, and too beautiful, and he didn't know could he live with her, but without the ability to share those memories with her.
„I'm so lost, Stefan" – first tear rolled down her cheek. „I have so many holes in my memory, that I'm afraid to think anymore. Nothing makes sense. How all of this started.. when I try to remember how all of this appeared in my life, I can't. It's like it's always been there, but in the same time, I know it wasn't. I know there were times when I didn't know about any of this" – she looked like she's going to fall apart. She looked at the floor, then around his room, and then right back at him. „And then there's you. We don't know each other for such a long time, and I can pin point a moment when u came into my life, but in the same time I have a feeling like you've been with me much longer than I remember. When I'm with you, I'm less lost. I have a feeling like I was waiting for you, and I don't know why I feel that way. And everything is so confusing, and I have no one to talk to. You're the only person that I feel I can say everything to, and I'm risking everything now door telling u this. But I have to, because I have a feeling like I'm going to crack if I don't" – she felt relieved. It was good to get that out from her. But she was scared, about what he's going to say and how he's going to react. She could feel her knees trembling, and her skin was hot like she has a fever.
He sat on the bed and turned his look away from her. He was lost, and he didn't know what he's supposed to do. What he wants to do. And he didn't know what needs to happen to make him make a choice. He heard her walking to him, and then sitting on the bed volgende to him. He could feel her legs volgende to him. Her bare skin was touching his trousers. She had put both of her hands on his head, and made him turn around and look into her teary eyes. There, that's what he needed to make a choice.
„When u look at me, who do u see?" – she asked.
„I see you" – he replied without thinking. And he was being honest. He didn't see his Elena in her eyes. He didn't see someone who loved him as much as his Elena did, of someone who knows how much he loves her, and what's he ready to do for her. Everything he already did for her. But he saw a trace of that girl, someone who is willing to give herself to him fully, without regretting it. Someone who wants to love and who needs to be loved, someone who is lost and confused.. and then he realized that in her eyes, he sees his Elena, the way she was when he first met her.
She moved her look down his lips, then back to his eyes. He was looking straight in her eyes, too. She had put her hand on his chest, and he had a feeling that if his hart-, hart was beating, it would jump right from his chest to the other side oft he room. Her touch made him feel things he didn't know it's even possible to feel. He forgot how she feels, and how warm and careful her touch is. And he didn't even realized how much he missed it, until she touched him again.
„I'm so afraid of losing you, and I don't even have u to lose" – she zei while rubbing his chest with her hand. The space where his hart-, hart is.
„You'll never lose me" – and that wasn't a statement. It was a promise.
Her palms were sweating on the top, boven of his shirt. She kept her look on his chest, and he was looking on the top, boven of her head. He could see that her knees were still trembling. She was nervous, and so was he. Neither of them knew what to do next, but for both of them being near to each other was meer than enough.
„Do u think.." – she raised her look and caught him already looking at her. „..that u could love a girl like me?" – she asked with a shaky voice.
„My whole life, I never did anything else but loved a girl like you" – he zei silently. In a way, he whispered it in her ear.
„Do u think u could ever fall in love with someone like me?" – he asked like it was his turn.
She moved her hand to his face and caressed his cheek.
„I think I already am.. in love with you. I think I always was.." – she replied while looking in his eyes.
His look moved to her lips. They were covered in tears, but still curved in a half smile. That's how they always were, and that made Elena meer beautiful that she already is. Her constant need to smile, even when she doesn't have a reason to. He touched her lips with his finger, then looked her in the eyes. Her eyes were shining, but there were no meer tears in them. He moved his hand and patted her cheek. She smiled to him, and started leaning over. She was so close to his lips that he could feel her warm breath on his skin, but then he leaned over and kissed her before she had a chance to kiss him first. And he had a feeling like he's kissing her for the first time. Shape of her lips was familiar, and the way she made him feel while kissing him never left him, but he had a feeling like this is the first time of them kissing. After a time, their lips parted, and before he opened his eyes he could hear her whispering „Stefan."
But there was something different about the way she zei it. She zei it in a way she used to say it, before all this. With a voice so warm and so sweet, when his name came from her mouth is sounded like a song. He finally opened his eyes and looked into them, and he saw her. He saw all the memories, and all the love she feels for him. He saw her heart, and her soul. He even saw all the pain, but he also saw all the happiness too. It was her, somehow she was sitting there in front of him.
„Elena" – he whispered in disbelief.
„You found me" – she zei trough tears.
He was looking in her eyes, like he can't get enough of them. He missed that look so much. The look that made Elena person she is. Eyes are a window to the human soul, and what Stefan saw in Elena's eyes is meer wonderful than words could take.
„I will always find you" – he took her in his hug. And that's where she wanted to stay.
„I was so lost, Stefan. And so confused. u were right on the edge of my mind, but I couldn't reach you" – she clanged to his shirt. He was holding her while tears were falling down his cheek, over his lips to his chin, and she felt so veilig in his hug. She felt like she finally found her way back home.
She got up from his hug, and threw herself on top, boven of him. He squeezed her tight in his hug.
„I missed u so much" – he whispered in her ear.
She smiled to him, and kissed him on the lips. She sat on top, boven of him and took her overhemd, shirt off. Then leaned down and started kissing him again. She slowly took his overhemd, shirt off while doing so, then pulled herself down and started kissing his chest. He rolled her over and started kissing her neck. Stefan knew how to kiss her so that her skin shudders, and he knew how to touch her in all the right places. His touch would send electricity trough her whole body, and never before in her life she felt so much pleasure than when she was with him, and she was sure she never will. He had put her hair behind her ear, and then kissed her on the lips. Their skin was warm, and they went with each other perfectly. They were like two pieces of puzzle. One had what the other one needed, and they simply clicked with each other. It was comfortable and simple, but yet beautiful and amazing, and neither of them ever felt anything like that before. When they were making love they were treating each other like they want to be treated, and it was exactly what the other one needed. They were one. One body, one heart, one soul, and nothing else existed, but them. Where the one begins, the other one ends.
And after they made love, they'd simply lay in each others arms, under folded and cold sheets, warming each other with their bodies.
„I had a feeling like I'm falling in love with u all over again, u know? I think I would always fall in love with you" – Elena told him while going up and down his arm with her finger. She knew she's meant to be with him, and that there is no other man for her. She could look all over the world, but she would never find someone who understand her better than Stefan. Who loves her better than him, and who makes her feel meer than him. She knew Stefan was her soulmate, the other part of her being, the other part of her soul, and that without him, she would never be able to feel complete anymore.
„I would never stop loving you. I never will" – he replied while touching her cheek.
„Is that a promise?" – she smiled.
„No, it's our destiny" – he replied and kissed her lips.
THE END.
