Before You Were Mine

Chapter Ten

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Before You Were Mine- Chapter Ten

-Elena-

His nose scrunches up in disgust as I spit into my napkin. "What did I just eat?" I ask him, seeing Stefan cover his mouth with his hand, shaking his head and laughing.

"Sushi. I think." He chuckles, leaning his weight against his elbow some more as I smile at him. The wind is calm tonight and the humidity is kicking in for the usually warm fall season that we're having.

"I hate raw food, seafood, sushi. Makes me feel like I'm eating them alive." I point out, tossing my crumpled up napkin into a small white grocery bag beside me as he continues to laugh.

"Sorry, if I had known that, I wouldn't have ordered it for us." He states, clearing his throat and becoming serious. We've been sitting out here for hours, talking about anything and everything. Laughing and just being blissfully happy together. That's until I see his face and the change of subject makes me a little uncomfortable.

"What's the best memory you have of your father?" He asks me suddenly, causing me to freeze in place. I haven't thought about dad in a while, to be honest it's been a few weeks. He is always in the back of my mind though. I guess it's because I'm worried that he's looking down at his little girl and shaking his head at the mistakes I've made, like moving in with my mother once again.

"When I was 6 years old. My dad took my brother and I to this little lake house in Virginia that he inherited from his parents. My mother eventually sold bit and took the money. But, he taught us both how to fish there. It was just the three of us, laughing and having a good old time. We both fell asleep when he built a bonfire and I remember him reading us a bedtime story almost every night up at the house." I've got tears in my eyes as I talk about him. It's too painful even now. However, talking with Stefan about my dad is somewhat comforting.

I sniffle a little, blowing my nose with an extra napkin in front of me before I ask. "What about you? What's your favorite memory of your parents?"

He pauses for a minute, smiling widely as he remembers, his own eyes a little glazed over. "My parents bought me and my brother this dog. A little scraggily 1 year old Golden Retriever named Lucky." He says, looking down at his hands . "Well, Damon and I took him on a walk one morning with my dad. Lucky got loose from the leash and took off. We searched for hours in my dad's truck, crying about how we needed to find him."

"So, did you. Find, the dog?" I ask, watching as he inhales sharply.

"Nope. We never did. Damon and I were devastated. Never had another pet before. But, I love dogs. Always wanted another one." He adds in, looking up at me as I feel a small rain drop fall against my bare arm, rubbing it away with my hands.

"We should go, before it starts raining even harder." Stefan recommends, getting up to his feet as he extends out his hand to me, his smile never once fading away.

"I want to stay, just for a bit more. Tell me more about your family." I comment. Stefan runs his hands through his hair, closing his eyes tightly and exhaling. I can see the pain on his face without even asking him what's wrong.

"Maybe another time. Look, I don't really remember much else. Elena, it was a long time ago and I was just a little kid when they died. I don't really like talking about it." He says, brushing it off and extending out his hand to me once more, tilting his head to the side.