This introduction is a little broken, but it's here to establish relationships.
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And this will be the first time that I'm weak,
that I'll talk to you, and I can't speak.
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep,
cause I dream of his lips on your cheek.
And I got the point that I should leave you alone,
but we both know that I'm not that strong.

/

"Please, just fucking talk to me."
"I can't. I'm busy."
"You're with him, aren't you?"
"Stefan, stop it."
"Aren't you, though?"
"I have to go."
"Elena, I love you."
"Bye, Stefan."

/

She was cold.
Her face was plastered to the damp floor and her body was twisted and broken.
She was lost.
Her nails scratched against the floor, searching through the darkness.
She wasn't panicked. She lacked any emotion. Her body stilled, her breathing slowed and her thoughts faded.

"Stefan?"

She was gone.

/

There was a man, tall and thin with golden locks that covered his ocean like eyes. His arms twined firmly around each other and locked around his chest, his stiff body parallel to the door only inches behind. He was the man. The man that made sure only the right people stepped inside and all the wrong people never saw the cloudy, dull lighted rooms behind him. The man that would stop Stefan from getting any further.

"Stefan, you know you can't be here."
"Is she inside?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Fuckin' Christ Tony. Is she in there?"
"If I tell you, will you leave before he appears?"
"Fuck."
"Yes, she's inside. She's been here for a while."

Stefan winced. This place wasn't safe for her. It crept with men who had no intentions of treating her right. This place wasn't safe for her because he was there. And she was too naïve to understand that.

The door opened, small hints of cheap cigars filled Stefan's nose and the artificial cries of roaring laughter echoed through his ears. The distant figure inched forward, creating a ghostly silhouette.

"Hello, little brother."
"Where is she?"
"Stefan, oh Stefan! Why don't you come on in for a drink?"
"Where is she, Damon?"
"Silly little brother, why do you bother? She picked me."

Stefan's lips parted and he sucked in the crisp air through his locked teeth. Damon was right, why did he bother? Elena had chosen. She had chosen this disgusting life over the perfect one he offered. She had chosen, but Stefan wasn't ready to let go.