If I let myself care, all I feel is pain. Walking away from Elena wasn’t as easy as Stefan had made it out to be. The not caring facade he had going on, was harder to muster. Due to the fact that every day, he could feel farther and farther away from the one he loved the most. As the vampire walked away, he can feel her eyes burning onto his back. A deep breath is drawn in, letting some of the smoke from the cold evening slip past his lips. The night felt colder than usual leaving the Gilbert home. The past atrocities committed as the Ripper followed him wherever he went. An albatross that wouldn’t let him live the way he wanted to. There was always a threat. Whether it was the Mikaelson family, another enemy --- or himself. If Elena was willing to seek peace among someone who brought nothing but suffering to her life, she could forgive him. But the question was --- could he forgive himself?
Before stepping out into the sidewalk, Stefan came to a stop. There was still an ongoing battle inside of him. A chronic war within. Would he ever win? His head cants downward, staring at the ground. Certain that Elena was still standing out on her porch, it was a hunch. It took so much strength to finally look up at her, bright eyes settled on her.
He took careful steps back to the home, hands inside the pockets of his black slacks. There was still a nonchalant expression on his face. Yet his action showed that deep down, there was still who he used to, the guy that would do anything for the one he loved. And he did. Once the male made it back to stand at only a few feet away from Elena, there are no words that come out. Another deep breath is drawn in, head tilting back and eyes averted elsewhere. “Elena I... Can you forgive me?”
