His Girl

4 years after Damon Salvatore had passed away, Elena Gilbert stopped looking for solutions to bring him back. She stopped believing that there was hope she'd see him again. The first year was hard, but it became easier. After four years, she finally moved on until the feeling of deja vu washes over her.


12. Eleven. Salvatore

While Matt was at work, I decided to make the drive to the boarding house that Saturday. I know that he wouldn’t like me doing this, neither of my friends would. I parked the car in front. I could feel my heart pound against my chest. Why was I so nervous?

It wasn’t like I’m walking into some sort of trap. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. It wasn’t long until the door opened and I was met face to face with him. “Honestly, I’d think you’d stand me up.” said he. He stepped aside when I entered the house.

He closed the door behind me as I glanced around the room. It was a large house for just two people. “I was determined to get to know you.” I followed him out into the main room. “Good. My brother is out for the time being. What would you like to know?” he asked.

He poured a glass and offered it out to me. I shook my head. He immediately took a drink after making a face to say ‘suit yourself’. I wasn’t in the mood for drinking. “Tell me about that girl.” I told him.

“She was beautiful. The thing is that my brother and I were both in love with her. Of course, it didn’t exactly work out with the two of them and she moved on. Well, she met and fell in love with me… eventually.”

“Why do you say that?”

“She was constantly in denial, but she did give in to her feelings.”

“What happened to her?”

“I let her go. She needed a life that she pictured herself living. I didn’t want her to get caught up in this kind of lifestyle, my lifestyle. I didn’t want that for her. I wanted her to be happy. The only way she could be happy is to live her life without me in it. The fact that I had caused so much suffering, and yet, she still saw that there was good in me.” I nodded, but before I could speak up, Caroline’s boyfriend was acknowledged in the room. Why didn’t I ever learn his name?

“Elena, what are you doing here?” he asked me.

“Guess I should go.” He knows who I am? I am so confused. I left immediately and got in my car. I drove back home with thoughts in my mind. Later that night, Matt was working late. I decided that it would be a good idea to have a girls day.

When I had suggested the idea, Caroline sounded uneasy at the thought and said we should go over to her house instead. Bonnie and I met up at Caroline’s place. “We haven’t done this in a while.” said Bonnie.

“God, it’s been years.” added Caroline. I agreed with the both of them before Caroline brought up the fact that I didn’t know Stefan. “How could you not remember your ex-boyfriend?”

“Excuse me?” I asked. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? We heard about the crash.” I had almost forgotten about that night. Maybe she was right. Maybe it’s the head trauma that’s affecting my memory lost, but I remembered every vivid detail of that night and the morning after.

I remember swerving off the road and flipping over. Then that guy had saved me. I wish I knew his name so I could thank him properly. “Caroline, about that guy… you, Bonnie, and everyone else look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” I said.

“There’s no such thing as ghosts Elena.” reassured Bonnie. I swear that my friends were keeping something from me. I couldn’t shrug off the thought. I was determined to find out the real reason why.

The next morning, I drove back over to the boarding house after getting ready. I called Matt and told him that I had to run a few errands. I approached the entrance and rang the bell. The door opened and Caroline’s boyfriend stood before me. “Elena, you shouldn’t have come here.” he said.

“Why don’t I know you?” I asked.

“I can’t talk-“

“Please?” He said that it wasn’t safe for us to talk at the boarding house, knowing full-well that his brother was staying over. We went outside and got in my car. We drove out to a quieter part of the woods. There was nothing recognizable about this place at all. “I was told to keep you out of trouble. It’s safer this way.”

“Who told you? Your brother? I just feel like there’s this part of me that’s missing, like I’m supposed to know who you are. Bonnie and Caroline-“

“My brother is dead.” he interrupted.

“Then who’s that guy at the boarding house? He claims to be your brother.”

“An old family friend who happens to be visiting. He’ll be leaving in a few days. Listen, I don’t want you to ever go back to the boarding house. I need you to stay away from that place and from me. I wish you could understand the reason why-“

“Help me understand.”

“I’m sorry Elena.” With that being said, he left me. We were sitting outside a small structure. Above the doorway was the name: Salvatore.

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