She knew this would happen, she knew that the whole truth would just make her feel hurt and betrayed all over again, though a very small part of her was glad she didn't have to go on wondering why Damon had done what he did. Elena still had bile in her throat, thinking about it though. Especially the fact that her fiance had run off for a fuck while she was at the same party. He had let her be happy, hanging off his arm, lying through his teeth.
The girl gave a little sniffle and wiped at her eyes where teardrops were forming steadily. It was like her wounds from last night had been ripped right open again and she was completely lost on what to do. That was why Elena had put it in Damon's hands to make the first move in their starting over, he was the biggest fuck-up in the whole situation.
"If you loved me, you wouldn't have let it happen. Neither of you would have. I was at the party the first time you did it," she told him with a slightly raised voice, placing her hands down in her lap and dropping her head. "But that doesn't matter. It's all said and done. Damon and I are on hold and I don't think he even knows where to begin to fix us. I certainly don't. I can't stand the thought of him kissing me or touching my body knowing I had been so faithful to him. I don't care what you think about how relationships should be. You could have respected mine."