HIGH HOPES | S. SALVATORE

one

The sun drowned in the horizon, the sky was painted with an array of orange and pink, and it almost looked like a painting. There was a calming silence between the two men as they sat outside watching the moon begin to peek through now faded clouds.

The scenery around him was peaceful, but his mind was anything but.

Stefan could feel Klaus growing annoyed with him as he clicked the pen repeatedly. He had so much that he wanted – needed to tell her, but he couldn't find the words to do so.

Hope, he wrote at the top of the page. There are so many, many things that I need to tell you but I can seem to translate them from my brain to the page. Although, for you, I'll try my best.

His pen moved smoothly across the page, finally figuring out what to say.

You were the first person I met in Mystic Falls. You showed me to the office, and you made sure that I would be okay before leaving. I knew from that moment on that you were gonna be apart of my life, I just assumed it'd be in a platonic way – I realise now that I was wrong.

Stefan looked up briefly and saw Klaus staring at the sunset, a distant look in his eyes. The young vampire found himself wondering if he had ever been in love before – surely he had. Heartless he may be, but no one is born like that.

Elena and I started dating and she told me that you liked me but I brushed it off. Looking back, I can now see what she meant. Maybe you do like me. Maybe I like you too.

I know I'm meant to love Elena – and I do. I always will – but these last few weeks, her face isn't the one I've been dreaming about. It's yours. And maybe it's a sign from some higher power, I don't know, but what I do know is that I miss you more than anything and I would kill to see you again.

He took a deep breath and connected the pen with the page once more.

Love, Stefan.