"Damon?" I say as I knock on his bedroom door.

"What do you want?" He hisses. I can tell he's still mad at me. I didn't mean to kiss Stefan. It sorta just, you know, happened. High school romances never truly die. And maybe that's just it. Maybe I still lo- "yes Eleeeeeena?" I'm cut of by Damon's question.

"Look, I know you're pissed now, but I need you to know that even though I love you sooooo much, I'm leaving." Damon stares at me in either confusion or shock. Both hurt. I keep going. "-to find Stefan." Damon has been mad at me ever since the kiss. But now, he just looks broken. Like only I can do such a thing to hurt him. Bullshit.

"And how do you go about doing that, Elena? Huh? Or what about when you actually find him? You slept with me, his brother." I flinch as he takes me back to the past. "You know, he just looked down right broken when you told him to go a year ago." He says.

"You know what? Ever since I turned it back on you've been an ass. I'm done, we are done," I say as I leave to collect my belongings. Ugh! I wish I knew where he was. I just need to tell him how I feel or that I still feel for him.

The first thing I do is call Caroline. Pick up, pick up, pick up. "Hello? Elena?" Caroline answers.

"Hi" I say shyly. Caroline and I haven't talked since Stefan left. She feels I could've done something. "I was wondering if you knew where S-Stefan is?"

"Seriously?!" She exclaims, "I thought you chose Damooooon." She says in a mocking voice.

"I did, but I realized I still love Stefan."

"Hmph. He's not here now. And I'm not helpin' you."

"I didn't count on it," I snap, about to hang up the phone when "oh! And Elena?"

"Yeah?"

"If you break his heart one more time, I swear you won't live to see another day." Caroline turned into a mama bear protecting Stefan. With that she hangs up. I stare at the phone in shock. Okay, I think. Ding! I lightbulb goes off in my head. Caroline said 'he's not here right now'. I think I just found him. I grab my keys and head out.

"Where is he, Care?" I ask desperately.

"Who are you talking about?" She asks confused.

"Uh-huh, where's Stefan"

"He's not h-," Caroline is cut off by a smooth British accent. Klaus.

"He's not here, love," Klaus says to me. Caroline glares at me. "Try Chicago, doppelgänger," he snaps. Duh. I scold myself. They close the door on me. Well that was rude. Well I was rude to everyone else. I pull out my phone and search up departing flights to Chicago: 7:30 gate 21. I check the time, 6:15; I have a little less than 2 hours to kill.

"Hi. I'm buying a one-way ticket to Chicago, Illinois," I say politely.

"Of course," the woman replied, "that'll be 200.67, please."

I hand her my credit card and she swipes it through. "Thank you for flying with us, Miss...Gilbert," she says as she smiles. I nod my head and head towards my gate. I get there right as they're boarding my flight. I hand the attendant my ticket and walk into the plane. I sit in my seat and it's only when I develop butterflies in my stomach do I realize the person sitting next to me is... "Stefan?" I look him straight in the eyes.

"Hi," he says.