Elena Gilbert trudged quietly into the Salvatore living room, seeing Damon Salvatore's back in front of the fireplace with a glass of scotch. She wasn't sure if he hadn't heard her, or just waited for her to say something. "Hi," she said, a tad more feeble than she was hoping. To be honest, she had become extremely fragile after the break-up between her and Stefan Salvatore, even though she was confident that it was better that way. It wasn't fair for him, the constant irritation over the love Damon and Elena shared.
"Hi," Damon replied, turning around and looking at Elena with sympathy and pain dancing in his eyes. Stefan must had told him. "He's sorry," he continued, and looked away. Why wouldn't he look her in the eye? Was he nervous, and a bit confused, just like her? "I know," she answered, nodding slightly. I know. The exact same words she had given Stefan, when he said he couldn't be with her. And now, only a day after, she was saying them to Damon. It was wrong. How she spontaneously shifted Salvatore when she felt like it. She knew that it wasn't right, and she hated herself for it, but she couldn't help it. She and him broke up for a reason; Damon. She recalled how she sat there with Stefan. So close, but a thousand miles apart in thought. "I'm sorry." He said and looked up, right in her eyes. Elena was surprised, and he could see it in her face. Was it shyness he saw? Nervousness?
"Don't be."
"Why not?"
"Because this is isn't your problem."
Elena didn't mean to be rude, but it almost sounded like she was angry with him. They were just standing there for a moment, both surprised over how she snapped at him. She immediately looked down, and hoped that Damon would understand. Damon nodded and walked over to the beautiful girl with the crisp, brown eyes, he always longed to look into. "Don't worry," he said, and placed his left hand on her shoulder. Elena gazed at him, pain and sorrow filling her eyes with tears. She loved Stefan with all of her heart, and she needed to grieve. She couldn't just push him away like that. Damon knew that, he respected that, but he was still frustrated. There was nothing he wanted more then to just grab Elena and kiss her. Hold her, make the tears go away, make her happy again. But he did the exact opposite; he walked away. None of them could stand the pain that lingered in the room.