{I know that this my first story and it is of my take on one of the episodes in season three. It doesn't have much talking, I just wanted to see what you all would think! Don't be shy, you can review it! I won't write another chapter until I have 3 comments on it! Thanks!}
Elena had been through hell and back in the past couple of years, with all of the loss she had. To top it all of in that night the brunette had to kill the only family she had left, Alaric; someone was tracking down and killing all the members on the Mystic Falls council. Alaric had been next. Elena found him stabbed in the chest by the Mystic Falls killer. Not wanting to risk him dying she had to kill him in hopes that his ring would save him. To her relief he came back, but Elena couldn't allow herself that one true moment of happiness. Alaric's blood stained her hands and clothes she wore. Once he had recovered Elena forced herself to shower and change. Elena made sure Alaric was resting before she could do anything else. With Damon not answering her phone calls worry began to set in, because of his and Stefan's dangerous attempt to 'make peace' with Klaus. The brunette asked Matt if he could stay and look after Alaric until she returned. When she got the okay, Elena didn't fight the urge anymore and made her way to the Salvatore manor.
She thought to just wait for one of the Salvatore boys to show up whenever she got there, but it seemed they beat her there. Elena found Damon first, who explained what happened with Klaus, then what happened with Stefan. Somehow Elena could feel something had changed without Damon telling her. She knew better than to press her presents onto Stefan, but Elena had to see if he was alright. The brunette made her way up to Stefan's room and peered into the doorway to see him laying there on his bed. When he shifted to sit up, Elena froze where she was. There eyes connected and her heart leaped, all the emotions she had came rushing back. All she wanted to do was run to him, but she knew better. Elena parted her lips to speak, "Are you okay? Damon told me what happened with Klaus." The brunette tried to hid the concern in her voice, but she knew it would be obvious to him.
Elena catiously stepped forward into the over sized room that held so many memories in it. Nervously she bit down on the swell of her lower lip, wanting to be closer to Stefan; though her instincts were screaming now. She could see the wounded soul inside of his hazel hues and it only made her want to comfort him. Standing only a few feet away from where he sat, Elena spoke again. "Will you be leaving again, now that it is over?" She had to ask. Her heart swelled in agony at the thought of losing him again. Elena tried fighting the sting of tears at the corners of her chocolate hues. Her lips trembled at how much restraint she held from crying right there. She wanted to reach for him, no she needed to reach for him. Elena needed to touch him and know that he was real. That he was still the man she fell in love with, and not the cold-hearted beast that broke her heart.
"S..-Stefan," His name was a soft plea upon her lips that barely rasped out as tears streamed down her cheeks. Elena wanted to bare her heart and soul to him where she stood. After everything she still loved him. She couldn't force herself to love anyone the way she loved Stefan. She reached out, her hand trembling to touch the warm flesh on Stefan's body. Instead her hand moved to wipe away the tears and turn away from his heart-breaking gaze. Her entire body trembled as she quitely sobbed. All the emotions welling up inside of her, bottled up and put aside now came out with full force. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her heart ached and all she could do was weep.
Stefan inhaled sharply, averting eye contact with Elena. He realized he had ruined everything between them. Of course he blamed everything on himself and couldn't bare the thought of getting back with her. The good in Stefan wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he pushed those thoughts aside. "Elena, don't do this," He snapped coldly at her. Elena shifted her gaze back to the harsh features of his face as her chin quivered.
"Do what? Love you? Because that is all I am doing, Stefan! How can you stand there so cold and not even care about us?" Elena hissed as tears streaked down her olive colored cheeks.
"Stop!" Stefan snarled, taking Elena's shoulders into his grasp, and he started to shake her violently, bruising voice. Maybe he could shake the reality of their situtation into her. Elena just collasped against his grip, sobbing helplessly. In seconds Damon was in between their bodies, shoving his brother and cursing at him to leave. Stefan stormed out, slamming the door behind himself. Damon collected the sobbing Elena in his arms. He brushed the dark locks from her face and stared down into her eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked, concern feeling his crystal blue hues. Elena couldn't even form the words she was crying so hard. She just wanted to crawl into a corner and curled up into herself. She knew Damon wouldn't allow her to do it. Damon pulled her to his chest and tucked her head underneath his chin. He brushed her hair softly, exhaling silently.