Stefan Salvatore

-- “No witches trying to kill us, no brother of mine causing trouble, and absolutely no one demanding that I save the day for once. Just you and me and endless possibilities.” My thumb lightly brushes along her knuckles.

-- distance. I needed this. A few days away from Mystic Falls, away from the endless supernatural drama and everyone else's problems. Just me and Rebekah. I glanced at her, a small smile spreading across my face as I lifted her hand to press another kiss to her knuckles. --

Keeping my eyes on the road, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other reached over to intertwine my fingers with Rebekah’s. The highway stretched out before us, the New York skyline still hours away, but for once, I wasn't particularly bothered by the --

-- life miserable? Get in line. But if you so much as touch Elena, I swear to you, Katherine, I will make sure you regret it.”

-- the anger behind it. I stepped toward her, my jaw tightening as I fought to keep my temper under control. “Whatever you want from me, take it out on me. Elena has nothing to do with us.” Moving closer, my eyes hardening. “You want revenge? Fine. You want to make my --

Of course she’d chosen Elena. Katherine had always known exactly where to strike to make me suffer, and even after everything between us had ended, she still knew how to get under my skin. “Leave her out of this, Katherine.” My voice was low, but there was no mistaking --

-- bother me, but the truth was, I missed her more than I'd ever admit. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly slipped the photograph into the drawer and cleared my throat. "Come in."

-- elbows resting on my knees, staring at a photograph I'd kept tucked away for decades. Lexi and me. Somewhere in the 1920s, both of us laughing like the world had never given us a reason not to. I hadn't heard from her in months. I'd gotten good at pretending that didn't --

[| Starter for @feroxminx. |] The first thing I noticed was the silence. No screaming, no footsteps chasing after me, no frantic pounding of a heart nearby. Just the quiet hum of the old boarding house and the rain tapping against the windows. I sat on the edge of my bed, --

#WomanOfMyHeartWednesday to @CapriciousBex. "To second chances and the time to get it right."

-- passed with conversation, music and a comfortable silence. A comfortable silence that could only be achieved when you were in the company of someone who had seen the worst parts of you and was still willing to stay.

-- sweetheart.” Using the term of endearment that I hadn't used since our time in the twenties. Pulling away from the curb, a smile formed on my face, feeling lighter than I had in a long time with the prospect of putting Mystic Falls in a rearview mirror. The journey --

-- relaxed on the wheel, preparing to pull away from the curb while I reached for Rebekah's hand. Lifting it to my mouth to press a light kiss to the back of her hand before releasing it from my grasp again. My eyes linger on her own. “No turning back now, --

“New York it is then.” It truly was as good of a place as any to start with. Closing the passenger door, I moved round to the other side and slipped into the passenger seat. Starting the engine immediately, the sound of the engine was oddly comforting. One hand was --

-- your heart lead you. Where do you want to go?” Asking once we were outside on the curb, Rebekah holding my full attention. Before us was an opportunity to truly live, to release everything that had weighed us down over the years and see if what we once shared was real.

-- thought and Klaus was off doing….whatever it was he did. “I don't tend to carry a map around with me, unfortunately.” Leading the blonde from the Grill without so much as a backward glance, conveniently I had parked my car just across the street. “Forget the map, let --

Instant acceptance without even a moment's hesitation saw a smile take over a chiseled visage. We deserved this, a chance to get out from both our brothers' shadows and see what the world truly had to offer. Damon was busy with Elena and rarely had time to spare me a second --

-- compelled back in eighteen sixty four no longer existed. I was stronger now, wiser. I knew the games she enjoyed playing at the expense of everyone else around her.

-- Elena in an attempt to what? Hurt me? See me become as bitter and twisted as you have become?” She may have numerous back up plans that run right through the alphabet but what she didn't have was me. She would never have me again. The boy she had once manipulated and --