T.V.D Preferences and Imagines

Stefan~ I wish I could hate you.

A/n: this is like a song imagine, if you will. Lyrics will be put through out the chapter. Song: Real Life by the Weekend.

Imagine: Stefan is with Elena, but you have a crush
on him.

Prompt: 36; "I wish I could hate you."

Second person pov:
It hurts.
I don't remember a time when it didn't.
And 'I heard that love is a risk worth taking'..
But it's not. Not when you fall for someone whose completely oblivious. Loving is a risk, but it's not worth the heart ache when they are completely in love with someone else.

And that's what hurts.
I'm in love with Stefan. But he's in love with Elena, and doesn't see me the way I see him.

But that's real life. And I can't focus on anything but Stefan. But he's not mine to think about. My friends try to help but can't, tried dating but can't. I'm better off when I'm alone.

I went to talk to Stefan, maybe to even tell him about my feelings for him. As I walked into his bedroom, I saw him laying asleep in his bed, snoring softly.
I sat down next to his laying figure, and stroked his face softly, running my fingers through his hair here and there.

"Hey, Stefan," you whispered softly, gently playing with his hair.
"You're asleep right now, but I have to tell you, one way or another." A warm tear slipped down your cheek as you spoke.

"I'm...in l-love with you, Stefan." You mumbled out, retracting your hands from his head.
"And I know you don't love me the way I love you," You twiddled with your hands as you spoke, tears running down your face.

"I wish I could hate you. But I could never."

"I know you don't really understand it, why I've kept it from you for so long." You sighed, wiping your tears.
"I haven't found anyone who I love as much as I love you."

"But I can't have you, you're not mine to have." You touched his hand that rested on his stomach as he slept.
"I love you, but I can't stand around and watch you love someone else. I can't do that to me. My heart. But thanks for being a good...friend." You spoke, choking back a sob.

You got up and walked back into your room, grabbed your already packed luggage and walked out of the Salvatore boarding house and didn't look back.

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A/n: I cried writing this. Part 2?? Let me know if you'd read it, or leave it as is. Thanks for reading!! 💋