003; Shadows of her Broken Heart// Part VIII
VIII
-What could’ve been?
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I just wonder how many people never get the one they want, but end up with the one they’re supposed to have.
- Fannie Flagg
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Human World:
She was in a very awkward position, the alarm clock reads 5.40 exactly, the stupid birds wouldn’t stop chirping and it was all Caroline’s fault. She had made her wear these ludicrous killer heels which had made her feet itch because the blisters wouldn’t go away or stop itching, depending on which way you looked at it. She laid there a pillow over her head, on her face, a duvet covering the said pillow, legs out in the summer-like air, right leg straight, the other crossed over and furiously rubbing against the edge of the mattress, this is the life she thinks, only 50 minutes left to sleep. She was going to hell.
She wakes up nearly 6 hours later to video game sounds and the smell of fresh bacon. In a panicked state she begins to dress for school, trying to remember if she had forgotten to do something the night before, (homework, plants, etc.) she yells downstairs for Jeremy- or anyone really because she doesn’t actually know who is downstairs, so instead of zipping her black skinny jeans up she hops downstairs to see the intruder.
She is met with the characteristic smile of one Damon Salvatore, and still in her confused haze she realizes what he is occupying himself with, and she glares at him because he is ’occupying himself with’ undressing her with his eyes. He stops himself around her exposed midriff and actually gives her the most genuine smile he can manage as he notices just how cute she is, sleep still in her eyes and panic all over her face.
“What are you doing?” She asks, quickly.
“Well I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed, a la français- croissants and all, but you decided to ruin it” He shrugs his shoulders carelessly as if this is a usual routine for them.
“You’re meant to be in Rome with Katherine,” She says, narrowing her eyes.
“I decided not to go.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
The Other World:
Her long Victorian-style dress trails behind her in a romantic manner, whilst his own tailored suit is cut to perfection. From afar this couple look like they’re meant to be this idealistic old-fashioned image of king and queen. Elena wonders however if it wasn’t for the pale pink fabric of her dress or if it wasn’t for Damon’s newly cut hair and ‘beautifying’ session, what would happen then? What if they had stayed Damon in his dirty jeans and black button-downs and Elena in her sweats and tank tops?
She was far too happy ruling over her wonderful people to even consider a reality where they are not these new versions of themselves. She thinks that as long they are together, nothing really matters.
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-What could’ve been?
~
I just wonder how many people never get the one they want, but end up with the one they’re supposed to have.
- Fannie Flagg
~
Human World:
She was in a very awkward position, the alarm clock reads 5.40 exactly, the stupid birds wouldn’t stop chirping and it was all Caroline’s fault. She had made her wear these ludicrous killer heels which had made her feet itch because the blisters wouldn’t go away or stop itching, depending on which way you looked at it. She laid there a pillow over her head, on her face, a duvet covering the said pillow, legs out in the summer-like air, right leg straight, the other crossed over and furiously rubbing against the edge of the mattress, this is the life she thinks, only 50 minutes left to sleep. She was going to hell.
She wakes up nearly 6 hours later to video game sounds and the smell of fresh bacon. In a panicked state she begins to dress for school, trying to remember if she had forgotten to do something the night before, (homework, plants, etc.) she yells downstairs for Jeremy- or anyone really because she doesn’t actually know who is downstairs, so instead of zipping her black skinny jeans up she hops downstairs to see the intruder.
She is met with the characteristic smile of one Damon Salvatore, and still in her confused haze she realizes what he is occupying himself with, and she glares at him because he is ’occupying himself with’ undressing her with his eyes. He stops himself around her exposed midriff and actually gives her the most genuine smile he can manage as he notices just how cute she is, sleep still in her eyes and panic all over her face.
“What are you doing?” She asks, quickly.
“Well I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed, a la français- croissants and all, but you decided to ruin it” He shrugs his shoulders carelessly as if this is a usual routine for them.
“You’re meant to be in Rome with Katherine,” She says, narrowing her eyes.
“I decided not to go.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
The Other World:
Her long Victorian-style dress trails behind her in a romantic manner, whilst his own tailored suit is cut to perfection. From afar this couple look like they’re meant to be this idealistic old-fashioned image of king and queen. Elena wonders however if it wasn’t for the pale pink fabric of her dress or if it wasn’t for Damon’s newly cut hair and ‘beautifying’ session, what would happen then? What if they had stayed Damon in his dirty jeans and black button-downs and Elena in her sweats and tank tops?
She was far too happy ruling over her wonderful people to even consider a reality where they are not these new versions of themselves. She thinks that as long they are together, nothing really matters.
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