Elena's PoV
I sighed loudly to try and fill the empty silence. I looked at Damon, but he stayed the same - right hand on the wheel, head resting comfortably in his left - which that elbow was being leaned on the car door. He stared straight ahead at the road sprawled across in front of us. He wore a tired and worn mask. I could tell his guard was up. He was pissed... There was no doubt. I opened my mouth only to shut it again. What was I suppose to say?
"What is it?" Damon snapped.
I kept my mouth prison-lockdown shut as he shot me a glare. Seeing the fear and hurt in my eyes, he sighed and his body seemed to relax.
"Elena..." he began. His voice trailed off in what sounded like pain. I could see the same thing in his light blue eyes as he looked at me. He was pleading with his eyes - begging me to forgive him.
"I'm sorry," he murmured softly.
There was a moment of silence as I searched for a way to tell him what I wanted. Taking a deep breath, I let it all out.
"Look... I know this sucks for you, but it's all for the better... Okay?" I finally told him, "You had to have known... You and me... It would've never worked out... Me and Stefan... Well, I love him. I love him, Damon. We're not meant to be together..."
He sighed and returned to his previous pose of self-built walls.
"I figured..." I heard him mumble under his breath.
Some Hours Later
"How did it go?" Stefan asked after he opened the door.
I mentally facepalmed myself as I realized that I had forgotten to call him.
Stefan stepped aside as Damon walked past him and into the house. A loud sigh escaped my lips as I took a deep breath.
Looking back at Stefan, I simply said, "It's done."
I then turned around and walked to my 2004 silver Honda Civic. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damon's 1967 blue convertible Chevy Camaro. Every moment of our little road trip surged back through my mind. I had honestly enjoyed it, even if it was with Damon.
All in all, he kind of really was the best company you could have. From every single comment dripping with sarcasm to every time he wrapped his arms tightly and protectively around me when I needed a comforting hug. Nonetheless, I still remembered every fight and argument. Not to mention his secret.
But, in the end, this is how it is meant to be. An indissoluble distance between us. Forever. For as long as I stayed alive. It would always be just me and Stefan... Just me and Stefan.