The emergency contact phone number inside Elena’s phone hadn’t been Jeremy’s.

It wasn’t Caroline’s nor Bonnie’s; it wasn’t Stefan’s neither and God, it wasn’t Damon’s, the man she thought she had feelings for when she broke up with the younger Salvatore. No, it wasn’t none of those people, even with how Elena loved them all.

No, you were her emergency contact.

The friend she had made on her first day of kindergarten, the day she tried to steal a wood toy from you and you cried so loudly that she could remember today. It was you, the person that had been with her all along the way of supernatural catastrophes — when she had been kidnapped, possessed, all everything finished with ed.

One of the persons that kept pushing her limits, trying their best to put her humanity back on when Jeremy died and God — Elena couldn’t be more thankful for that.

But there was something about you; a string inside the vampire’s heart that tugged on her senses. Something that made her think about you when she broke up with Damon, when she decorated her dorms at Whitmore, when she searched for you on the campus.

Elena realized that all this time, lying to herself and searching for love when it’s you she wanted. She waited for.

“Hey! You’re here… I was about to call you.” she said as she saw you sitting on a bench, reading a book. “How’s your room? Spacey enough for me to come have pajamas parties, sometimes?” she asked you with a smile on her face.

Yeah, you’re definitely her emergency contact, but how could she tell you?