Who: Elena and Damon When: Late Thursday Night Where: Lounging in her window seat, writing, and thinking What: Figuring stuff out all over again Rating: Pg-13 Status: Closed/ Incomplete
Snuggling up beneath the covers of her own bed, Elena sighed deeply and finally allowed her sleepless, red rimmed eyes to close. She couldn't remember the last time she had stayed awake this long. Perhaps when she was younger and staying awake a long time was considered taboo or something. Either way, she had been down to the kitchen twice for a drink of water and once for warm milk and still, still, the brunette could not sleep to save her life. She could chalk it up to stress-there was a lot of it lately since Stefan came back and Klaus-but she knew it wasn't completely them at fault.
A lot of it was herself too.
The situation she had put herself in loving both brothers had reached its devastating climax. All that was left was the downfall, the descent and God Elena feared it more than anything. Her actions had forever cost her Stefan and she wasn't sure if she could ever forgive herself. Her heart was still so torn. Seeing him like that, so cold and dead, empty of all emotions around her was crushing, but it was his choice. Like she made a choice. To pull herself away from Damon and from Stefan (the latter being easier now, it seemed) in order to stop the pain or at least prevent anymore. Of course, she knew it was foolish to assume this. Damon was no doubt sad about being pushed away and deep down, Elena knew her lack of sleep was due to her lack of the older brother in her life recently. She missed his arms around her and his fingers through her hair.
She missed his lips on hers and anywhere else they could possibly reach in their cool, soft splendor, but no, not anymore. Taking a deep breath, she rolled over and pulled her pillow closer. She knew it was pointless. There would be no sleep tonight.