"Elena!" But there was no response.
"Elena!" Stefan tried again. No response.
"Elena!" He said with more intensity this time.
He heard footsteps down the hall and got hopeful. But, alas, it was the last person he wanted to see. Damon. Damon smiled, rudely remarked on his efforts to locate and eventually talk to his, would you it? a "girlfriend"?
Stefan, getting more worried than frustrated, frantically ran through the creeky Salvatore mansion to find his... well... Elena. Finally finding her sitting in his room going through his drawer, she replied with a meaningful "what".
"Elena, I was calling you." Elena responded with a slight, sarcastic rise of the eyebrows.
"You should talk about...what happened"
"Really, Stefan?" Avoiding eye contact, Elena moved to the top of the dresser, opening books, fiddling with the random trinkets that Stefan kept there.
"Look Elena, I know what it's like. You are going to do things you will regret. You can't run away from-" Stefan stopped himself but, remembering that she lacked any sort of emotion what-so-ever, continued, "Jeremy's death".
Elena paused, stopped exploring, and looked at Stefan, "I burned his body, I burnt my house. I don't give a shit, and I don't care."
Stefan couldn't bare to see his true love throw away the very emotions that he treasured so much.
He ran over to her, cupped her face, and stared into her deep, brown eyes.
"Elena, please. Please, just feel! I can't let you make the same mistakes that I made."
Elena swatted his hands away, but continued to stare at her... umm... Stefan.
She hated the person she was becoming. It was like watching herself in a movie, and someone else had control over her voice and her actions. She wanted emotions back, but she just couldn't get it. well, want. That's an emotion... right? She just wanted to feel. She would do anything to just feel again, even if it was painful. She wanted it. She wanted to cry and hit herself until she could just feel something. But where to start. How could she control the raging beast inside of her that would not hand over the reigns.
"Just look at me Elena. Just look into my eyes. Remember what feelings feel like. Remember emotions. Remember our love. Remember how much I love you. I will help you." Elena's eyes started tearing and the once judgmental brown eyes turned red and puffy, even sad.
Elena flung herself out of Stefan's view and started hitting her fists on the dresser. He flung her legs into the wall, the tears rolling down her face. She still couldn't feel.
"I don't feel anything! I can't feel ANYTHING! Elena roared as she continued to self-destruct.
Stefan ran to her aid, grabbed her shoulders looked at her tear-stained face. Her sobs turned to sniffling and Stefan wrapped his arms around her. Confused as to why she was feeling, and not feeling at the same time, Stefan looked Elena again, her face expressionless, her eyes back to empty pits of emotionless glass - almost as though her tears had been a 5 minute phase, and she was all of a sudden back to normal.
Elena, however, this time, knew what happened. She let the beast rage on. She was so close to flicking off the switch, when the guilt and the pain slowly rolled back in and she didn't have enough courage to actually turn it back on. She was weak.
Stefan, defeated once again, released his grasp on her shoulders.
"You are so close Elena. Don't keep the emotion away. It's hard to take it in, but you are going to have to at some point." His heart heavy, Stefan left the room, a carefree Elena back to shuffling through Stefan's personal items.