"Don't you get it Elena? We can never be together if you can't forget about him, if you can't forget about Stefan." "Damon, I love him, but I love you too." He gripped her face between his hands, "Then pick." She shook her head, "it's not that easy." "Then I guess you don't love me that much, otherwise there would be no choice." "Maybe if we met first- "That's bullshit Elena! Who cares who you met first? You know what, save your breath, it's always going to be Stefan. You loved him first, you met him first, or at least that's what you think." She bunched up her brows, "What's that supposed to mean?" he ignored her question as he continued; "You're always going to be the one for me Elena, always. You may be able to forget what had happened between us when Stefan was gone but I can't. Just tell me you love him more and let me go, because I can't take any more of this constant rejection. You kissed me remember? God knows what that would have turned into if it weren't for Jeremy interrupting us. But let me guess, you were horny and I was the one who was there right?" Elena felt tears run down her cheeks. "Right?" he repeated himself, tears streaking his beautiful face.
Elena didn't know what else to say, "Yes." Why couldn't she just choose? If she chose Damon Stefan would leave, but if she chose Stefan, she knew Damon would never leave her. This wasn't fair, she had to let him go, she had roped him into it the moment she met him. The last bit of hope he had, crushed. "And so the truth comes out." She sniffled, reaching out towards him, "Damon I- he shrugged her off, "I'm tired of playing cat and mouse Elena. You clearly chose who you want to be with, so go be with him, but don't expect me to be here in the morning. I'm tired of being the third wheel, time to get back to t way things used to be, Stefan the hero and me, the bad guy. I got tired of being the good guy anyway, that how you want it to be right, considering you met him first and that's who he pretended to be. But just remember this, I was real with you, I never lied to you and most certainly never pretended to be something I'm not. Goodbye Elena." Then he was gone.
She fell to her knees, all of her emotions hitting her at once. Why was she so upset, she would be with Stefan now, wasn't that what she wanted? But Damon said he was leaving, he said that he would never leave her again. What had he meant about her meeting Stefan first? There was only one way to find out.
Elena barged into the Salvatore boarding house, heading straight for the stairs to the eldest Salvatore's room. She knocked on the door to have it open slowly. What she had expected to be on the other side of that door was not what she got. Damon was nowhere to be found, his room still intact except for a few things that she knew he would never leave behind. So that was it, he was gone. She plopped down on his bed, hoping that if she waited long enough, he would come back, forgetting something or more exact, her. She lied down on his pillow to feel something hard within the pillowcase. She sat up, reaching into the case and pulled out a medium sized leather bound notebook. She skimmed through the pages to find it to be Damon's journal, something she never knew he had.
Surely he would come back for this, wouldn't he? There could be something very important written within those weathered pages, something that she might not know but should. She held the journal to her chest, clicking off his bedroom light and snuggling into her bed sheets. He would come back, he had to, and when he did she would be here waiting.