DRIVING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS // CHRISTMAS CALENDAR 2020

Wednesday December 2nd

Our day off started out great. Stefan made me chocolate croissants like he knows I like them. He also made scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes. I blame him for the extra calories I had to burn, but I simply could not say no to his amazing food.

"So what do you want to do today?" I asked, hugging him from behind and kissing his shirtless back.

"I wanna cuddle up, sleep, wake up, kiss, then fall asleep again and continue that cycle over and over again." He said, turned to me and kissed me. I was about to remind him that Damon was still asleep and we had to be careful to not make him realize that we were a thing, but Stefan was already ahead of me.

"He already left," Stefan said, cutting off my worrying thoughts. "We have the entire day to ourselves."

He did the dishes in a hurry and then grabbed my wrist pulling me upstairs. He picked me up so my legs were on each side of him and he laid me gently on the bed. He kissed my lips, my neck, my collarbone and then back up. We made out and we both enjoyed it. But nothing lasts forever and Stefan eventually had to pull away quickly. He turned away from me, and I already knew why. He was hiding. Hiding his true self and what he was. I had seen his fangs and veins and eyes so many times, but he still avoided me seeing him like that.

"Stefan," I sighed, putting my hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. You don't have to turn away from me every time this happens. I like you all the same."

"Luna, I just... I just have to breathe, okay? I just need a minute," he stuttered.

I got off the bed and walked to where I could see his face. I placed my hands on his cheeks and brushed my thumbs over the dark veins he had under his eyes. He turned his head away and closed his eyes.

"I still love you. No matter how bad it gets. No matter how much control you lose. I will love you all the same." I said.

"But I don't," he said. "I don't like me the same. I don't like me like this. I actually don't like the way I am at all! I shouldn't be here! I should have let myself die like I was supposed to! I should have let Damon die!"

"But you weren't supposed to die," I said. "You are still here for a reason. You were supposed to be this way. This was your fate."

"No, this was a choice I made." He said, looking at me. His veins had disappeared and his beautiful green eyes were now clear from the red again. I cupped his face and kissed him gently.

"You shouldn't beat yourself up so much," I said. "You might have made mistakes in the past but you can't change them anymore. All you can do is look ahead."

I sat behind him and pulled him down with me so he was laying with his head on my stomach and I was looking at the ceiling.

"People aren't supposed to be perfect, Stefan. All we can do is hope that we will find someone who doesn't care out our imperfections. Someone who thinks we're beautiful," I said. "And I think you are one of the most beautiful mystical creatures of all."