Hello my lovelies. This story will contain 4 different one-shots from different POV's (not telling who the others will be, suspense and all, but if you ask nicely I might give you a tip :)) All of them will give us some inside into their feelings for the wonderful person of Elena Gilbert. The lyrics in the beginning and end are from Taylor Swift's Red. I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think so far.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or the lyrics of the song.
The only thing I own is my creepy mind, my love for Elena Gilbert and my laptop :)

Fist up: Matt Donovan.

Touching her is like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you

He tries to stop watching, but he simply can't. Every time he adverts his gaze, the soft sound of her laughter makes him look back. At the sight of her bright adorning eyes looking at someone else, his heart clenches painfully.

She used to look at him like that. Only him.

Her rosy lips pull into a wide smile, her doe eyes filled of love and admiration for the man next to her. It makes him want to pull her in, hold her close and never ever let go of her again.

His eyes involuntarily flicker over to the hand, which is slowly trailing up and down her arm. As he watches, he remembers how he used to caress her soft cheeks, how he used to kiss her warm lips.

She was the first girl, he had ever kissed, ever touched – ever loved. He will never forget how he felt while kissing her. He will never forget the way his heart pounded against his chest, when she looked up at him after the kiss – how she used to whisper that she loved him.

He looks away. He can't do this. He can't keep remembering her like that. It's not right. She has moved on, he has to too. But how can he? How can he forget something so good? Something so right? She was his first love and you can never forget your first love.

She has.

He knows she has. And what's more painful is that he knows, he could've given her everything she wanted in life. A family. Children. Happiness.

But she chose the other road, the dangerous road. And it burned her. And with her, it burned him. Every time he looks at her, he sees their life, his life – everything it could have become, everything he lost.

He still loves her. He will always love her. And this love is more painful than anything he has ever felt. He knew from the moment she had first entwined her fingers with his, that he wanted to grow up and grow old with her.

Now, she would never grow up. She would forever be like this and it was all his fault. He was the reason the love of his life had died.

She had died for him.

She had given up her live, so that he could have one. And for that, he loved her and hated himself even more.

Losing her was blue like I'd never known

Let me know what you think..

xo hazel.