Stefan's bedroom

"Stefan, please! Don't go! No, stop! I need you here with me. I can't live without you! No don't. Don't leave me!" Elena screamed as Stefan started to walk to the door.

"I've already explained this, Elena. I can't be here anymore. Not with Damon being in love with you. I know you love him back Elena. Don't deny it; I can see it in your eyes." Stefan said as he looked back at Elena. "I don't want to hurt you but this is the only way. It's not you, it's Damon."

"I've told you before Stefan, I love you. Not Damon. Damon's nothing to me. Sure he's nice to talk to but I love you." Elena walked closer to Stefan and took his face in her hands. "I love you Stefan. Please don't leave me!"

"I'm sorry Elena but this is how it has to be." Elena's heart broke as she watched the man she loved more than anything leave her.

"Please. Don't go." Elena whispered as she collapsed on his bed. It smelt like him; like the earth and little hint of sweat.

Suddenly, the sobs broke out of her. They racked her body as she felt her heart shatter. The feeling was like nothing she had every felt before, like her heart was being cut out of her chest. He will come back, Elena thought. He has to right. He'll realize what Damon really means to me. He'll realize that Damon is a friend, not anything more. No he's gone. He is never coming back, just because you cared enough to try and help his brother out. Elena slowly came down from her hysteria and slowly went to sleep. The only comfort Stefan's sent and the promise of dreams full of him.

Downstairs

Damon slowly opened the door to the boarding house. He was too tired to realize what was happening. He had a pounding hangover and his back hurt from sleeping on the bench outside last night. That was the last time I ever drown my sorrows in alchohol. Who am I kinding in another week I'll be doing this again, Damon thought bitterly. It's all her fault the just has to be so amazing and in love with his broody brother, Damon added sourly.

Her could hear the couple fighting upstairs as he made his way to the couch, a little drunkenly. Funny because I'm not even drunk this time, Damon let out a small chuckle as he thought the weirdest thoughts. His ears perked up as he heard Elena screaming no, his body tensed to run up there and do some damage. I swear to God if he is hurting her I will make him wish he was never even made into a vampire.

Damon sighed as he realized Elena wasn't being hurt but he kept his ears up just to be sure that Elena was hurt. Then he realized that she was screaming for him to not leave her. Stefan's leaving? Why? The reason came earlier than expected. Me? He has nothing to worry about. He knows I wouldn't do that to him, not after Katherine. Sure I love Elena but he wasn't going to act on it.

His heart shattered, one line kept on repeating itself, Damon's nothing to me. How could she? After everything that happened between them; after Georgia? After I killed Elijah for her? After everything I had done I was nothing to her? Nothing at all. Smarten up Damon, you knew she would always love Stefan more. But how was I suppose to expect this, after everything? That's what the ones you love do to you Damon, rip your heart out and don't even flinch. No Elena's different, she wouldn't do this to me. No she's not, she is exactly like Katherine and you know it but you fell for her anyway. She will never love you the way she loves Stefan. And you know it. I know, but I still love her. Love's bitch, that's who I am. Damon's inner voices battled with each other until the both realized that Elena Gilbert would never love him, at least not the way she loved Stefan.

Stefan's bedroom

Elena's eyes slowly opened to the light shining through the windows. She rubbed up the crust from sleeping so long. And that's when last night's memories came flooding back. Elena's throat throbbed and it hurt worse as she began to sob again; knowing that Stefan Salvatore would never come back.

Outside of Stefan's bedroom

Damon was sitting outside of Stefan's bedroom as he listened to her sobs. How much he wished he could go in there and comfort her. His presence would only make it worse for her. She probably blames me for Stefan leaving. She hates me. But what do I care? It's not like my entire existence revolves around her. It's not like my heart breaks every time she frowns. Yeah what do I care? And on that note Damon left to take a shower and then drown his sorrows once again; the night before last's experience apparently teaching him nothing .