Alone.
Yes, that's the key word,
The most awful word in the
English tongue. Murder doesn't
Hold a candle to it and hell is
Only a poor synonym.
-Stephen King
Dear Diary,
He was there tonight at Mystic Grill. Of course, I couldn't make myself go up and speak to him, again. Another night passed by and still this ache runs through my heart. It could be so easily fixed if only we would drop our stubborn, pride filled selves and apologize to one another. That apology will never come. Both of us made mistakes and hurt one another, but wasn't our relationship worth saving at one point? I bet he's still up there, sitting on that same stupid barstool, drinking that same stupid bottle of whiskey. He doesn't even seem to notice me there anymore. I no longer catch him glancing my way. I no longer see my name whispered off of his lips. This is it, isn't it? It's all completely over. Done. We pushed each other away. Maybe we've been ripped too far apart now for things to ever go back to the way they were.
-Elena
Elena shut her diary and laid it down next to her. She picked up the glass on her nightstand and tossed her head back with it. The alcohol burned slightly as it made its way down her throat, but it soothed her. It would help her sleep tonight. Her apartment was far too lonely now with Damon gone, she could hardly stand it. Her friends worried about her a lot lately. She stopped making their weekly dinner dates, she stopped replying to their daily texts, she had shut them all out. Elena was drowning herself in her own grief.
Caroline and Stefan stopped by on a few occasions, but Elena couldn't find it in her to entertain company for long periods of time anymore. Between her part time job at the diner and lack of motivation to do much of anything else, she was stuck here in this little one bedroom apartment. She had become so used to her routine now that she hardly noticed it anymore. At first days would come by that she would feel as though her heart was being ripped from within her, but those weren't happening as much lately. Most days she could plaster on her fake smile, push herself through work, and come home to cope.
Elena wasn't living her life anymore. It was passing her by. She was becoming a dull shell of the person she used to be. She needed to force a change, or this would be everything her life would amount to. It took only one week for her to remap her life. She would take what money she had left in her trust fund, pack up her bags, and move out west. It was very spur of the moment, but this decision could very well change her perspective on life again.
The next week at work she would put in her notice, rid herself of all of the extra belongings that were non-essential, and tie up all of her loose ends. She couldn't decide yet if one of those loose ends would in fact be Damon.
AN: Help please! Run with this story or just scrap it? I have ideas where I want to take it, but is the implied story line something that would be interesting enough without being over done? Let me know!