Everlasting

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It's been a couple of days now, as we're still looking through all the evidence and all the surveillance videos, that Liz had packed in a box and two. It's been tiring, I've also actually been staying days and nights here at the Salvatore home. I feel horrible every time I'm here and crying to Damon about how I'm feeling, about how frustrating all of this is.

I only make it worse when I'm just starring at my laptop watching the surveillance videos to see nothing in this video, no matter how hard I try to catch every small detail. Groaning in frustration, I slam my laptop shut and I rub my eyes to rest them just a bit.

I suddenly hear someone clear their throat, I look up seeing Elena. I give her a small smile, "Hey, Damon didn't tell me that you were here. He told my you had extra shifts at the hospital?"

She nods, "I'm actually headed over there right now..." she points over at the door until she cleared here throat, "Olivia, how are you?"

"I'm getting through these months..." i whisper, "But, I'll be okay soon." I assure her.

She nods, "Olivia, I have lost a lot of loved ones too... But not as young as you—"

"Elena." I interrupt her, "I— I really don't want to sound rude... but I've had these conversations at least twenty times everyday with someone who sees me at the supermarket. But, when I'm ready, and I know I won't cry about it anymore, I'll ask if you'll talk with me when I'm ready."

She smiles gives me a reassuring smile. It's weird,  how I'm here literally in front all these files of papers that have information of my husband. I don't know why i don't want to talk to Elena about it... i do soon. But I don't want to go so deep for him. He doesn't deserve it at this moment. Maybe not at all.

Year 2007, I was seventeen and going to Mystic Falls high school. At the time it was our last day as juniors. And as any other high school on the last day, we had a party for us.

Except, Im not planning on going. A small sigh escaped my lips, while I'm here sitting on this booth by myself, drinking my coke I've  ordered. Until I hear someone shuffling around on the seat in front of me. I look up in confusion seeing this stranger sitting in front of me, a brunette— or dark blonde haired man siting right across from me.

"Can I help you?" I ask in confusion. His smile grew wider, I hated myself for smiling back at him. I never was able to keep the best poker face.

He cleared his throat. "Just saw you sitting here alone... thought I would be polite and say hello."

I rolled my eyes, "Hello," I say annoyingly, "But I would actually really like to be alone."

He nods, "Well, If you need anything, I'll be right over there at the bar." he points over. As he was going to walk away until we hear the Grill door ring open, I look over to see the Gilbert family walking in. Elena, Jermey, and their parents. I then look at the guy who's sitting in front of me, admiring the girl who's with her family... the beautiful girl.

I pack everything into my bag, rolling my eyes, "I don't think I'll be needing anything." I whisper. I leave the Mystic Grill, to drive myself back home. I didn't know who the heck that guy was, and it's strange on why he approached me for no reason since I'm not a very approachable person. But I knew he's most likely means no harm. I mean I should know, I've lived here my whole life, my whole family has actually. My mom and dad were born and raised here, they died four years ago, it was very unexpected, tragic accident, since they were going on trip for business meeting only to be killed on a airplane... everyone on there died.