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Elena Gilbert (bewitcheries) wrote in the_triangle_rp,

Elena closed her eyes as she lay back on the beach, eyebrows still furrowed with concern as she tried to relax. It was hard, no matter what she tried she couldn't switch her thoughts off even for a moment. It was endlessly frustration, and after a while she gave up and sat up quickly. She brushed some sand off of her shirt, shoulders hunching just a bit as she wished that she had brought her cardigan with her. It wasn't much, but it was warmer than her thin cotton t shirt at least. 

When Elena heard her name, she honestly thought her heart skipped a beat. Her body kicked into overdrive, pulse racing as she kept her eyes firmly on the water in front of her. It couldn't really be him. This hadn't been the first time  she had thought she had heard him, or even seen him, but every time she had been wrong. Why would this time be any different?

It was so difficult, and she had to fight every instinct in her body not to look, but she couldn't keep getting her hopes up any more. It was too hard to keep getting let down. She wasn't that strong though, and finally she looked in the direction that she had heard her name from, and he was standing there. Stefan, her Stefan, was standing on the beach on this godforsaken island. Elena's hand flew to her mouth,  staring blatantly at the figure on the beach that she had been hoping for. 

"Stefan?" she answered, almost sounding scared, and after another pause where she sat, frozen, Elena suddenly jumped to her feet, "Stefan is that you?"

She didn't wait for an answer, just ran the distance between them and threw her arms around his neck, holding tight and adding in a whisper, "Oh God please let it be you."