Elena's POV

I lay, curled up in my bed, unwilling to move. It had been three days since Stefan left me and I couldn't even move my foot an inch without feeling worn out. I could feel the seconds ticking past. I couldn't cry anymore, I don't know why. Maybe its because I've run out of tears. All that was left was an empty casket of grief and…loneliness. I missed Stefan and his caring smile. I missed the way he would hold me in his arms and kiss me and tell me that everything was going to be ok.

Stefan had left Mystic Falls, and I was sure he wasn't going to come back. He had told me that he wouldn't, not even after I begged him to stay. He couldn't, he had said.. He couldn't stay here and be with me when he still hadn't decided if he had feelings for Katherine or not. I thought we were past that Stefan, I thought. I thought we were stronger than that…Obviously not. I don't know if Damon followed. I would suppose that he would have, he wouldn't stay here anyway. What was there to stay for? A phone vibrated, cutting through my thoughts. I slowly rolled over and picked up the phone, peering at the caller ID. Jenna.

"Hey Jenna." I said, my voice cracking from lack of use.

"Hey! Elena! Are you ok? You sound terrible."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling a little sick that's all." I didn't want her to worry. She was on vacation and having a good time. Jeremy of course, was out with his friends.

"Make sure you drink lots of water ok?"

"Mm," I muttered.

"Okayy, so if everything's ok, I'm gonna go now."

"Bye Jenna."

"See ya."

I dropped my phone back on my bed side table and flipped over, nestling into my bed and closing my heavy laden eyes.

"Hey."

My eyes flew open to meet the warm, dark ones of Damon Salvatore.

"Damon! What the hell are you doing here!" I pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to have anything to do with anyone that was remotely related to Stefan.

"Well, I haven't seen you or my brother in three days and when his phone was disconnected, I figured that he was here with you. But judging by the state of things…not. Where is he?"

I didn't reply. I don't know if I could have. I didn't know the answer and I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would say something that I would regret and all the sadness and grief that I had tried to bottle up in the past few days would start to leak.

"Elena?" Damon gently reached over and pried the duvet out of my fingers. "Elena, are you ok?"

The sincerity of his voice made me crack. Hot tears welled up and my sobs racked through my body uncontrollably.

"I don't know where he is Damon. I don't care about him anymore. He left. He doesn't love me. It was always Katherine." I finally let out.

I felt myself being pulled into Damon's embrace. He didn't say anything. I expect he was a little too shocked too. His warms hands held me close to him as I buried my face into his chest.

"Sh, sh, Elena, it's ok. Shh." He whispered, stroking my hair.

In a way, this made me feel even more upset as it reminded me so much of Stefan and how he would do the exact same thing.

"It's ok." Then, feeling him kiss my hair, I allowed myself to drift off to the sleep that I hadn't had in the restless nights that preceded these.