█ ▌did you forget about me
Because I never forgot about you.
Just go back home..
Don’t re-open that chapter..
Some things are better left buried..
When Matt told her Jeremy was the last person he saw leave Mystic Falls, a part of Vicki already knew what she was in for. Jeremy hadn’t been severely injured in the city’s downfall, and that only meant it was a matter of time before they crossed paths. Time and fate were two things she had no control over--but she could stretch time or avoid fate if she tried hard enough. And that’s exactly what she had been doing for the last few days--avoiding his scent, avoiding places he might be roaming, avoiding him entirely. But tonight, curiosity had gotten the best of her. And the magnetic pull from Jeremy became unavoidable.
She once used him as a focal point to not lose sight on the good things the world could bring--people like him. People who actually gave a shit. And he never hesitated to remind her of the good things that were there within herself that he seemed to uncover with his own hands. He picked and pulled back layers of her she refused to show anyone else, and that was always the reason she ran back to Tyler. Because Tyler didn’t care about what was under Vicki’s skin. Didn’t care about uncovering and pulling off more than her clothes. Being vulnerable and opening up more than just her legs was something she wasn’t used to until Jeremy Gilbert. And she hated it. Summer nights while being tangled together, arm in arm, ankle around ankle, heart against heart, beneath a tree and passing a joint between the two of them----she found love where it wasn’t supposed to be. And who knew she would die before ever realizing that. Vicki’s fickle heart used to quiver at his admiration, and even though that feeling made Vicki warm at night, it also made her question their situationship entirely--he was too good for her in every way. What could a girl like her ever offer him other than a xanax and a good time.
Nothing
And that same feeling rushed back as she watched him, and it was the reason why she hesitated to say a word. What good would this do? What if he doesn’t even want to see you? What if too much has changed and he’s not even the same? What if that bridge is burned and there’s nothing left to cross?
Bright eyes scanned down the alley way beneath her, a crouching Vicki watching from a rooftop as the familiar face left the side door of a tall building. She couldn’t help the smile that etched across her strong features, making her appear softer as if she wasn’t as stone cold as she made herself out to be. He appeared the same, though age was on his face and his shoulders a little broader. He wasn’t that little puppy anymore. The one she remembered. Vicki watched him pass beneath her in silence, her mouth opening as if her dead heart wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out. A gust of wind blew back her hair, her fingers gripping the stone wall she was perched on as she lifted herself back upright, taking a jump for the ground three stories beneath her. She quietly landed on her feet, moving quickly to a wall to hide behind, sliding back into the darkness to now watch him from behind.
Jeremy... She could only say his name in her head, everything right down to his heartbeat filling her ears. It sounded the same.
She stayed hidden--stayed quiet--until a hissing cat with angry claws made it’s presence known. This brought out a louder hiss from Vicki without thinking, her fangs exposed quickly as the cat scampered and cried in fear from behind the wall and right down the alley in Jeremy’s direction. Realizing she made more noise than anticipated, Vicki slid further back in the shadows with a mumbled, “Shit..”