Stefan Salvatore

“Not after what I put you through, and how I treated you. For that, I’m sorry too.” Stefan meant what he said; his tone held so much emotion; from guilt to joy to hope, and love. All these emotions have to do with one person; Elena.

Honestly, felt happy. He saw that as an open spot that maybe they could get back together, maybe in the future. “Thanks for letting me know.” Causal tone; not knowing what to say; since it’s been so long since he’s seen her. “But, Elena, it’s okay. I have no right to hold anything against you —

Voice and how serious it was; his mood and heart had softened some. It shows… just with tone alone, that she still cares. But- what she said about Damon, stunned him some. Stefan was speechless at this moment; he didn’t know what to say, but hearing that.. about Damon, felt surreal. And he —

Tensioned emotion. When he finally got the courage to look back up at her; the feeling of looking into her brown eyes; memories flooded his mind, when she was once his. The stare was intense, his own gaze was seeking for the memories; the love they once shared. But then, Elena spoke. Hearing her —

Believes that Elena is the… |one| and he will never find another like her; he won’t ever find love again, because she was it. And… truthfully, Stefan didn’t want anyone else, no one could make him happy like Elena did. Stefan’s gaze was down; his lips tucked under, and he was breathing in —

Was Stefan upset? Yes, did he |hate| Elena, no, it was not a serious hate; it was hate made from heartache; Stefan has never loved anyone more than he has Elena, but he still— to this day, believes that Elena was the one. Yet, standing before her now; he felt tension, because… he was still —

And he didn’t want to be.

To him that wasn’t the case; it killed— him, even though he was rough, and treated her badly,… because she slipped into Damon’s arms, he felt like their whole relationship was based on a lie. He thought he and Elena were forever— he wanted to be wrong so much, but unfortunately, he was right—

When Elena moved her hand and looked away; Stefan’s gaze shot down; and he slipped his hands in his pockets; the hurt, yes, Elena hurt him… but he knew it wasn’t only her fault; he had a play into it too. He just thought Elena would always— be there for him no matter what, and…, well, it seemed —

Stefan’s gaze; was intensely, solemn, scanning Elena’s gaze. “You know.” He spoke in a low and imperceptible husky tone; lips pursed, voice implying a broken heart.

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Stefan Salvatore
He lives by a code of ethics and morals,
and values honor, justice, and responsibility.

the Ripper
He laments all the kills;
They grieve him and haunt him.
He calls himself a monster,
and hates that side of himself.

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