Elena and Stefan had an epic love, once. It was a love she thought would be forever, a love that was so powerful, so extreme it was as if they were part of the same being; two halves of a whole. And yet, they broken up nearly a year ago. It had been understood that it was not exactly because she did not feel love, but at the time, the last few months had been chaotic. She had fallen in love with a vampire, been murdered by the five hundred plus year old ex-love of her boyfriend whom just so happened to be her long-lost sister. She'd been turned into a vampire and given her life to save two brothers. And then.. then she had been given new life, a destiny discovered, and the emotions which came with new truths had become overwhelming. On top of that she felt a strange pull toward both Salvatores, even if she had always believed she could only ever love Stefan.Â
   And so she had made the choice her sister had refused to make, she chose to break up with Stefan choosing to remain friends with both brothers, but not date either (at least at the time). And most importantly she chose to focus on herself as she began a new chapter in her life, beginning college. Now, a year later, she was stronger for this choice. Elena was more mature, she had come into her abilities, or at least most of them and she had direction. She knew what she wanted to do with her life. Now she could focus on other things, if she wanted. But only time would tell.Â
   Elena senses him before he even comes into her view. She knew he was returning from Italy. Both Damon and Meredith had informed her of this but she hadn't been sure of exactly when. Her blonde hair blows in the wind as she turns around, a soft and bright smile lighting up her already glowing and golden aura. "Stefan! You're back." Her hands come up to her lips for a moment in excitement and a sigh of.. relief escapes her-- as if she had been holding breath she was unaware of and it had just been freed. "How was Italy?"Â
