This winter was so cold in Mystic Falls. Chilly wrapping herself up in a woolen plaid, Elena opened a window and took a deep breath of a prickly frosty air. The world seemed new and unusually foreign. Probably, it was a guilt of a winter weather being not characteristic for Virginia, and possible it was his guilt. It certainly was his guilt and only his, he was guilty for everything in a world.
The hundred unflattering epithets about him were on the tip of her tongue, she was itching to give a slap or two in his face, and she wanted, God, she desperately wanted to escape him. To escape and find Stefan, to fall in his embrace, both to cry and ask for his forgiveness. But all this will never happen, because Stefan, who read everything in her eyes, will never be found. All this will never happen because she won't try to find him. All this will never happen because of Damon.
Damon-who-always-is-guilty-for-everything.
Damon who is guilty she's freezing near an open window because she's waiting for him. Damon who is guilty that Elena doesn't want Jeremy and Jenna know that he comes every evening - because it is Damon.
She's scared because it should never take place and she doesn't know what will be further. But every evening she waits, and every evening he comes. He peers in her eyes with reverence and shy like a teenager and then wraps her in his arms and presses her to his breast so the world with Stefan, Jenna and Jeremy just ceases to exist.
Elena silently embraces him back, buries her in his breast, and pushes her hands through under his T-shirt to warm her frozen palms.
She will never be able to escape him.
She moved away from the window and laid down to the bed, curled up under the plaid. The window's latch clicked, and after a second warm breath concerned her cheek.
"Tomorrow I will come through the main entrance. I can't watch anymore how you freeze yourself to your bones"
Elena turned, meting his eyes of it and unexpectedly even to herself told him:
"Agreed."
He is right, because winter in Mystic falls a very cold now. And Elena doesn't need to be freezed to then have the opportunity to slip she's hands on his chest.
She can do this without reason.