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bellamy blake (defying) wrote in the_nowhere,

Unsure as Damon often seemed to feel about himself when it came to her, Elena counted on him as she had no other. Regardless of what he said, his words always impacted her. In the summer without Stefan, he'd been her rock. In the days following her transition, he'd been her teacher. No matter who she was, Damon only ever questioned her when she wanted to do something that would bring harm to herself, self-sacrificial lamb that she was.

That was why she had called on him, in part, and not Stefan. Damon had seen Elena at her very worst and still loved her. Stefan, purely though he loved her, only loved (the way she saw it) her as a human. He had been so determined to turn her back to human, all the while hoping it would sway her heart. He didn't want to admit, she supposed, how her heart had strayed before Rebekah had sent her and Matt on a collision course that changed everything.

Damon always understood her, even if he didn't agree. Stefan gave her space to make her own choices, provided those choices preserved the innocence losing her parents had already taken away. In turn, Elena often understood Damon more than she cared to admit. They were more alike than she ever saw until becoming a vampire, and now it was a safety net that she couldn't bear to leave.

It wasn't the sort of safety she had felt with Stefan, as he was constant and unmoving. The man that stared right into the very depths of her shaken soul just then was the one who kept her questioning if she was out of harm's way. Not because he wouldn't protect her, but because he would give her room to protect herself so long as he believed she could handle it.

And at the end of the day, they would stop at nothing to keep each other alive.

Momentarily paralyzed by his gaze, Elena found that she didn't want to plead with him to make the pain stop anymore. It wasn't like the night she had fallen apart on herself and that had been the genuine solution needed to save her. Elena wore her pain, not as a badge of honor, but as a reminder that she could bear it at all. She didn't have to be okay to make him feel better, the person who needed comforting was solely her. And that was okay.

That was part of why she loved him.

So, she broke slowly. The vision of him blurred before her tears. With a weakened smile of appreciation, she nodded timidly. A trembling hand set aside the glass on the bed carefully so that she could slide her arms underneath his slowly and bury her face in the brook of his neck. She breathed him in and wished it could always be as simple as this, but it never would be. Her life was a cursed one, nothing would ever let them just be this way.

Especially not with a disgruntled Effie and a bitchy Katherine on the loose.

"I don't want to stay here," she managed to say after letting the cries subside. "I mean.. in this room. I want to..." Elena slowly lifted his head to look at him once more. "I want to stay with you."