Day 10
Dear Elena,
No it's not Caroline or Bonnie it's the asshole love of your life, and no it's not Stefan either if he's where your mind went at asshole soulmate. It's the older more attractive Salvatore brother feeling incredibly silly for writing in journal and for using the word silly in a sentence. So I know that when you wake up, we'll have all the time in the world to reminisce about my life without you but I guess I just want to feel like you're reading this now and can hear me. Because right now I miss you, in a way I never thought I could miss someone. When I was trapped in the prison world, I missed you with every fiber of my being and more, but then I knew that no matter what I would make it back to you. Time and space were no competition, I would rip through them to reach you. But now I can do nothing to fight for a chance to hold you in my arms once more besides twiddle my thumbs and wait. Wait a lifetime looking everywhere and only seeing your face. When you wake up we'll have a lifetime together with a suburban house, white picket fences and kids but right now I have decided to forfeit my fight with time and space and see where taking the high road takes me.
With love,
The hottest Salvatore.
Day 100
Dear Elena,
Who says I'm counting? It is total coincidence that I'm writing exactly one hundred days after you were taken from me. I haven't been wondering ever night if I'd make it to this point without breaking and tearing the Salvatore crypt to the ground, just so I could see you if only for a second until Bonnie comes and murders me for disrespecting your wishes. So if you wake and I'm mysteriously not there at the welcome home party just know that it was the Bennet witch who did it. In vampire time, one hundred days is like a speck of dust in the grand scheme of things but being without you has made one hundred days seen like eons. I honestly I have no clue how I patiently waited for you to love when we were entangled in such a poisonous skinny love. I guess I survived it drowned in enough bourbon to fill lake Michigan. This time around it seems as though whiskey is my new crutch. Maybe by the time you're back I will have drank myself a Pacific Ocean of alcohol. Anyway before I start drinking again I wanted to tell you that I love you, and that I'll make it to you, even if it means I'm more fermented grapes than human.
With love,
The impatient alcoholic.
Day 365
Dear Elena,
Blondie has managed to turn this day into a celebration. I'm not sure what's more disrespectful celebrating the anniversary of Ric's wife's horrible murder, or celebrating one less year on Bonnie's life. I know she means well, and is mostly doing this for me to say thank you for not flying off the rails and forcing her to hate me again. I hear there's going to be a cake. I just wish I could be there for when the baker reads the directions for decoration. please frost on the cake: "Congrats on making it a year without killing any one in response to your girlfriend being placed under a supernatural coma". I'm sure you'll hear about in Caroline's entry so I'll spare you the rest of the gory details. Today I just decided to reflect on the love we've shared and try not to get lost in the sadness of it all. I visited your parents today and left Miranda's favorite flowers. I may have accidentally left a bouquet of roses in front of the Salvatore crypt but don't tell anyone. I don't know if you remember this but back when you were a human and wanted to punch me in the dick I once gave you a rose. I don't give out of flowers so you should feel pretty good about yourself. I love you. I write this in everyone of my letters because it will never stop being true. This year has been taken from us and I know that you want me to live it despite the fact I don't like much of my life without you, but sometimes its hard to avoid the what if scenarios. What if you were still awake? What if we could have spent this year together? What if we could have had all of that sex? God. What if.
One year down. Fifty nine give or take a few to go.
With love,
The guy whose always missing you but is missing you a little more than usual today.
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Letters Over a Lifetime
FanfictionCaroline and Bonnie aren't the only ones who write to Elena while she sleeps. Damon writes his own accounts of life without Elena over the sixty five years she is in her supernatural coma. (Not following events that happened in season seven or eight...
