So this is my first fanfic. I typed it up in a hurry after reading a preview of the 3rd book in the Return trilogy of the Vampire Diaries and this is my take on how Elena took the news that Damon was dead. I might continue it if I get a good review. Since it's my first, please be nice :)
I don't own the Vampire Diaries, since I'm not L.J Smith, lol. Enjoy!
Damon was dead.
It couldn't be. She refused to believe it.
But deep down, Elena Gilbert felt it was true.
How? She was an angel, a fallen angel. She felt certain things that other humans couldn't. She hadn't seen it, but she knew. A million thoughts raced through her mind. He's dead, Damon's dead, the only person who really understood me, the man who saved my life and my bestfriend, the man I…I…
The man I love.
As Stefan murmured silly nonsense meant to soothe her, she closed up inside herself, dulling her senses. She mustn't let her emotions go out of control. It would be disastrous if she did. But the overwhelming grief she felt over the sad news threatened to consume her like a fie. She couldn't hold them in much longer,
"Elena," Stefan pulled away from her gently and she made herself look into his moss green eyes. They mirrored her own grief, though he felt the loss of a brother, not the loss of someone he was in love with. She realized, with a sharp pang of pain, that this was how he felt when he'd thought she was dead. She had to stay in control, to be here for Stefan, and Bonnie, who Damon had died trying to save. She had to be strong for them.
"Elena, do you want anything?" he asked.
"No." She shook her head stiffly. She looked up and met the eyes of her friends over his shoulder. They all mirrored the grief she felt, though they didn't know what it felt like for her. She loved him, and he loved her. She didn't doubt that now. "I-I, I'm not hungry, I don't want anything, I…"
The tears finally came.
"I want Damon," she choked out, and buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders heaved with sobs and she felt Stefan's strong arms encircle her once more. With her barrier of friends around her, she felt safe.
But the voice in her head still told her, "Damon's dead."