Elena looked at me. I hated it when she tried to figure me out. She could look through all of my walls. I tried not to get lost in her big, brown eyes. But at the same time that was all I wanted, for her to see me, look at me instead of him. Say my name with all her love instead of his. I wanted someone to pick me over my brother, just for once. But maybe it was faith and maybe I didn't deserve true love. Although I knew that my feelings for Elena could only be described as love, and so did she. And if she knew it, she even used it against me. She got me to do things I normally wouldn't have done. Not in a million years. But I couldn't say no when she asked me. In that way she and Katherine weren't that different, both of them used my feelings against me. And with both of them, I couldn't turn the feelings off.
It had been a while since Elena and I had spent a little time together. Usually I tried to avoid her when she was with Stefan, I couldn't stand the sight of his arm around her shoulders and her hands through his hair. I could never help myself think that it should be me who'd be the one touching her. But when Stefan wasn't here, I always liked to chat with her. I liked to hear her voice, smell her scent and look at her beautiful face. It was like she could make the time stand still. Most of the time she would be the one talking, that was a good thing because I always got distracted when I was with her and this way she didn't notice that. I could sit there for hours, just admiring her.
But today was different, I saw it in her eyes when she walked in, and she proved it to me by being unusually quiet. I looked at her and I saw something in her eyes I had never seen before. I couldn't figure it out, it looked a lot like pain, but there was something else there and I couldn't put my finger on it. At the same time I was trying to figure out what to do. Should I ask about what is bothering her or should I talk about something else completely?
I couldn't decide, so I was glad that she finally started talking, it felt like hours had past since she knocked on the door.
"There has been a lot of lying lately." she said. "And I'm sick of it."
It took me a while to adjust to this new Elena, her voice was cold and her eyes got flat. And I honestly had no idea what she was talking about…
"What do you mean?" I asked, in a calm voice, trying not to upset her.
"Please Damon, don't pretend that you don't know what I am talking about!" she said, trying to stay calm, but I heard the pain and the anger breaking through her voice.
"You must have noticed something, I know you have. And from all of the people who could have known, I would've expected you to tell me. I thought we were friends!"
She was shouting now and I could see the tears in her eyes. I tried to calm her down by putting my hand on her shoulder, but she shook it off violently.
"Elena, you have to give me a little more than that, I can't read minds, you know."
I was getting a bit annoyed. If she was mad at me, the least she could do was to tell me why.
I saw the tears going down her cheeks and I immediately regretted my little outburst. I did not want to be the one to make Elena cry. Ever.