Remember Me

Chapter Eight

Remember Me- Chapter Eight

The instant the door closed behind her, knots grew deeper within her stomach. She watched him, taking an uncoordinated step forward as he spoke. "I'm sorry for everything that I did too. You know, the night you left. I took Ben to Damon's and I left him there for a few days. I wasn't ready or responsible enough to be a father. To be his father. I didn't want to be in this world without you either. I wasn't ready for any of it because I thought that we were going to do it all together. Elena, he changed my whole life. But, you did too. You turned everything that I once knew, upside down and then, you blinded sided me. You left and it nearly killed me, Elena. I know that we both made a lot of mistakes. But, you leaving me behind was one of the worst things that you could have done. It wasn't fair. It was downright selfish!"

Elena choked back her tears as she exhaled out a shaky breath. She knew that he had been heartbroken. But, she didn't know just how much she had hurt him. "Stefan, I'm sorry." Elena whispered softly, watching him take a few more steps towards her until she was pressed against the wall and he stood in front of her, his hand lifted up while he caressed her damp cheeks on each side of her face, examining the tears that were dripping down her chin. Stefan leaned forward and kissed her forehead, pulling her into his embrace as he held her against him. Neither of them said anything, just stood in silence together for a long time. After a few minutes, Stefan backed away first, his breath still reeking of booze as he cupped her face in both of his hands, staring deeply into her eyes.

"I love you, Elena. And, she knows that too. My heart can't fucking help it. You hurt me like no one has ever done and Aubrey healed me. But, the day that I saw you again at the condo, everything that I had been suppressing and had once felt for you. It all came rushing back...I have always loved you.." His voice broke, his eyes were glazed over with unshed tears. "Please," He begged, watching her carefully as she took her shaky hands and placed them on each side of his face. "You'd be breaking her heart if you broke off the wedding, Stefan. Aubrey Whitmore loves you so loyally that I can't let you do that to her. Stefan, you should be honest. You should have been honest with her and told her that-."

He cut her off, anger in his tone suddenly as he took a step back, running his hands through his hair. Stefan was frustrated and pissed off as all hell. "Telling her what? That I'm still fucking in love with my ex? That all I had ever wanted was for you to come back, so that we could try it all over again. So, that could finally be a family. That since you came back, all I keep thinking about is how much I still want you? That I can't stop thinking about touching you, kissing you. How I just want to hold you in my arms and make up for all the lost time between us! Elena, we both know that I can't do that. I just can't."

Tears were falling down her cheeks now and she couldn't really look at him. How far they had come, from the guy who only seemed to give a damn about himself and from the girl that he couldn't get through to. And, now they were here. Both heartbroken and still in love. Yet, the logical answer both was staring them in the face. Truth was that Stefan and Elena just couldn't be together, no matter how much they wanted to. "I can still feel you all around me, Stefan. Whenever I look into his eyes, I see you. I just-." Her words were cut off quickly, the feeling of his cold and soft hands were against her cheeks before she knew it, Stefan stared into her eyes and then he kissed her. Elena felt her back being pressed against the hotel room door, his hands were pulling her closer to him, their chests were pressed against one another so tightly that Stefan could feel her breath catch as he lifted the hem of her skirt up towards her torso. God, he missed her, everything about her. Elena moaned against his mouth, her hands running through his hair, traveling down his neck as her lips pressed firmly against his skin quickly followed. The scent of him was intoxicating and it felt like home, it felt like everything she had been missing. Stefan pushed her hair back, his nails ran over her heated skin as she tilted her head back, allowing him more access to her neck, feeling his teeth scrapping against the fragile flesh, Elena moaned out his name, begging him to not stop.