Broken Strings (A Vampire Diaries songfic)

Just a little song fic….I've never wrote a songfic before…so it was new experience. I hope it's good. Read it (nicely please…no one's forcing you to read it)

Each in different places, three people thought deeply about one another. The Salvatore brothers, one sitting on the dock at the lake house where only a few hours prior he'd been whispering of his love to Elena, and one at the boarding house, sitting on the couch and staring at the fire with a full glass of alcohol-spiked blood. And Elena, still standing in the same spot Stefan had left her at twenty minutes prior. She had not the heart or will to move.

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again

Memories of happy times played before Elena's eyes, warning her of all the people she'd be loosing if she really was to die in the sacrifice. And how she knew Stefan would never forgive her for her suicidal need to protect those she loved. She knew she was a martyr, she knew it with every breath she took, with every second that passed.

But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

Stefan felt as if he couldn't breathe, which was unusual because vampires shouldn't need to breathe. She did that to him. Invoked his humanity. He knew if he lost her, he wouldn't make it. He'd lose all he'd built for himself. He'd lose his emotions willingly, succumb to the monster within.

When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

Sitting all alone, Damon felt empty. He always lost everything. Even things that weren't his, he lost. And he knew Elena would be the same. And that's what hurt so much. That she would die, it was inevitable. And before that happened, she'd never love him. No one ever loved Damon.

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

His mind flashed back to what she'd said almost a month ago, "I love Stefan. It's always going to be Stefan."

He stopped trying to figure out why no one loved him, because there was no point to searching, to hoping.

But that didn't mean he was going to stop feeling, to stop loving her. Because if he deleted his emotions, then she'd have no chance against Klaus. And with him and Stefan, they at least gave her that much, a chance.

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

They always lied to her. And it didn't help Elena, it only made her feel angry. Stefan and Damon were always going behind her back, taking action. Did she ask Bonnie to froce the truth out of Luka? No, she didn't. Everyone always knew what was going on. Everyone but her.

And she never lied. Her only lie was about knowing she was going to die. And how was that even a surprise after all that had happened? It made her so angry at Stefan and Damon, for not thinking she could handle things. She knew she wasn't a child. Sjhe could make decisions.

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Unbeknownst to the triangle, their connecting thread, their strings of emotion connecting them, were dying of, being snipped apart. Love was tearing them away from each other, the pain of it burning their souls.

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late

Stefan and Damon were determined that they would keep Elena safe, even though Elena, Elijah, and even Klaus knew the truth. Elena was good as dead.

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real

Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real

The tearing, the snipping, the ripping of the strings made them all seperatly, seretly wish for it to end. For a split second, Stefan wished he'd never met Elena. For a split second, Elena wished both Damon and Stefan had really died back in 1864. And for a split second, Damon wished he'd stayed with the confederacy, and never met Katherine.

The pain of love and sacrifice was too much to bare.

Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again