Lost In The Abyss (A Stefan Salvatore Love Story)

VII

Adaline's POV

Days had gone by and I was completely settled into my home. I had wandered around town and explored every building. I had finally decided to visit the one place in town that held my heart.

The Salvatore boarding house.

I drive down the all too familiar road and my heartbeat quickens. My mind races with all of the memories that reside in this place. This is where I stayed, fell in love, had a second family. This place was a big part of my life. I finally get to the end and pull into the driveway.

I suck in a deep breath. The place looks exactly the same, except the garden was replaced with trees and other shrubbery. I got out and walked around for a few. I examined every little place, remembering every detail about this house. I hear a voice inside the house that I don't recognize. I decide to knock on the door. I hear some rustling and then the door swings open.

"Why hello." A man with light brown hair said to me. He was fairly tall, about 37 years old. "Hi. Um. I was just wondering um.." I was stuttering. I didn't know what to say so I just made something up on the spot.

"I'm new in town and I plan on designing and building a house and I was wondering if you would be gracious as to let me use your home for inspiration. This home is marvelous." I said.

"Why sure! My name is Zack. I'm honored that you would like to use my home. I'm going to be out working in the garage, please do come in and take your time!" He replied.

"I'm Adaline. And thank you so much, I'll only be a few minutes!" I smiled at him. I then turn towards the home. I take a deep breath as I step through the door.

Most of everything from pictures to books was still intact. The kitchen and bathrooms were updated obviously. I take a quick look around and head to a room I'm all too familiar with.

Stefan's.

I step into the room and I can still smell him. His scent that I loved. That I cherished. Everything was the same since I had left. I guess Zack decided to leave these rooms untouched. But why? I keep looking around when I find something that catches my eye. It's a picture of Stefan and a friend in New York. The back says "1924 -Good times"

My nose crinkles in confusion. How could that be? Stefan is dead.

I put down the picture and start hyperventilating. This can't be. I watched him die. The love of my life. He was shot. I snapped out of my trance when I heard a creak coming from behind me.

I whipped around and faced an all too familiar face.

"Adaline?"