Live Your Life

Seven

Saturday morning arrived. A fresh blanket of snow covered the floor with the height of the snow rising. Elena had been awake for over an hour with only sleeping for two. The thought of what happened the night before, with Caleb kept her from sleeping. The thought of his arms wrapped around her. The thought of him being so close to her. And most of all, the way that he spoke to her. Telling her the truth and how angry he got at her for trying to kill herself. As she poured herself a cup of coffee in the kitchen the white flakes of snow that fell in front of her window became blurry as her thoughts deepened. The thought of his arms touching her once more popped into her head pushing every other thought out of her head. The way that his warm, soft skin brushed up against hers. How his gentle touch made her at ease. How his piercing blue eyes reassured her and caused her to do something that she hadn't felt in a long time. She could feel herself melting inside by looking into eyes. The same way that she felt when she looked into the eyes of Damon. It was as if she was looking into the same eyes. Their eyes were identical to one another's. The same blue. The same shape. And both making her feel the same way.

Lost in her thoughts as she gaze of the window, the view was blurred. Gradually, her vision came back into clear sight where she saw the white flakes of snow flurrying passed her window. She gradually registered the faint sound of a branch thumping against the wall. However, the thumping was persistent and steady, like the sound that she heard four years ago when she received the letter from Damon. She was wrong about the branch, there was someone at the door knocking on it again. She knew that it couldn't be Nora, nor Caroline or Greg as they all had a key to let themselves in.

Frowning at the thought of who could be at the door on a Saturday baffled her. It better not be Lyle, she thought. She hadn't spoken to the man for over a week but she knew that he was persistent in what he wanted. And he wanted her and only her. She shook her head. Taking a deep breath. As she arrived at the door, she paused to run her fingers through her long, slightly curled, brunette hair hoping to compose herself.

Elena opened the door to find Caleb standing at the door rubbing his hands together, warming himself from the bitter cold. The collars of his jacket pulled up high to cover his neck as a smile appeared on his face.

"So, you're still 'ere then."

"Caleb." Elena asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I came 'ere to see if you're okay."

"You actually came up to check up on me?"

Caleb nodded. "Yeah. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"People don't tend to come and check up on me. Once I tell them that I'm fine then they don't bother."

"Yeah. But you and I both know that you're not fine."

"And how did you come up with that?"

"Did I or did I not find you last night in the cemetery where you tried to kill yourself?"

"I told you that I was stupid and that I wasn't gonna do it again."

"No." Caleb nodded. "True but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to keep an eye on you."

"You think that I'm lying? I gave you my word."

"Yeah. But you've probably given other people your word. Yet you still went ahead and did that last night."

"I'm not a child. You know. I'm a grown woman. I know how to take care of myself."

"And I'm not saying that. But I recalled what you said to me last night. That you can't tell anybody about how you're feeling because they wouldn't understand."