Who: Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore When: July 24, 2011/ Evening Where: His place What: Elena needs to talk to Damon. She needs him more than he realizes. Rating: Pg-13 Status: Closed/ Incomplete
The car ride over to the Salvatore boarding house had been uneventful. It had been Elena and absolute silence as she peeled through her mind, trying to find the right words to say to Damon and coming up short or blank every time. Her confusion was hurting both brothers. She knew this and was not blind to the pain she was causing, but what could she do? To lie would be to condemn the other to forever being ignored, their feelings hidden, and Elena couldn't do that anymore. Not to Damon and not to Stefan now. She owed both of them too much, including her life, and she wasn't about to repay them back with lies and hurt. However, it appeared the hurt couldn't be avoided now as giving into her feelings for Damon broke everything she had with Stefan into a million pieces at her feet.
But she couldn't hurt Damon anymore.
Fearing he had already left, she had jumped into her car as soon as she had a free moment and raced over here. Gravel flew out from her tires as she skidded to a halt in front of the magnificent home. It had brought so much happiness and she never feared what lay behind its doors until today. Had she lost him forever? Had he left Mystic Falls because he couldn't stand the pain? No, she had to believe he had stayed, at least long enough to make sure Stefan was okay and that she-she was safe. Elena pushed open the car door and stepped out into the cool night, a light breeze ruffled the straight strands around her beautiful face and she quickly locked the car before practically running to the front door and ringing the bell with as much gusto as she could manage.
"Please, Damon, don't have left me yet. Please," she murmured against the hard wood, a few stray tears sliding down her cheeks and she sought to hear footsteps, any sign that there was life beyond that door. Not just him, but for her too.