I walked through the church, eyes on me and the sweet baby in my arms. Arriving at the front of the church, I took a seat in the first row next to Damon and my mother.

A tear escaped down my cheek as I passed Lucy off to my mother.

My emotions pilled up, threatening to bubble over. I put a hand to my mouth, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't take it. It was too much. The preacher got up to the pulpit and I couldn't hold it in anymore. Getting up, I hurried down the isle. Once I got to the door, a sob bubbled to the surface and I couldn't hold it back.

I grabbed the door handle and was about to open the door to the church lobby, when I sank to the floor, sobbing. My emotions wouldn't stay down.

Everyone in the church turned to the back, seeing me loosing my shit. The preacher stopped talking, hesitating, judging how I was healing. I didn't care. I needed healing and I wasn't getting it.

After a minute, I felt arms wrap around my waist and pick me up. I laid my head on my saviors shoulder, as I was carried out of the sanctuary, and into the lobby.

We sat down on the small couch outside the doors, as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I looked up to see Damon sitting next to me, the one who had carried me out.

"I can't…" I sobbed, sniffing. He handed me a tissues and slipped his suit jacket over my shoulders.

"Shhh, I know. I know. Its okay. Just let it out, Elena." He rubbed my shoulders. The memory flooding back to me.

Flashback

"What?" Damon stood there with a police man standing next to me, a look of pity on his face. My stomach dropped.

No. It couldn't. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

No. Not another one.

"Tell me." I turned to Damon, hands on my hips.

He wiped a tear from his cheek and the first officer coughed. "It seems that when your husband was out for a walk, a drunk driver came buzzing around the corner and hit him."

I gasped and coughed. "He…he..isn't my husband…"

"He…was killed on contact." Tears bubbled up. A sob lodged in my throat.

"What?" I choked out.

Damon walked through door and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. A sob seeped from his lips.

"No…no." I whispered against Damon's neck. "It can't…" I sobbed.

Damon swung my legs into his arms and carried me into the living room. Setting me down on the couch, he draped a blanket over me and went to finish speaking with the police. After falling asleep after a few minutes, I was awaken by Damon leaning over me, shaking my shoulders.

"What?!" I started leaning up.

"Come with me." Damon held out his hand and led me into his room, to the bathroom. Turning on the shower head, he instructed me to undress, his clothes following soon after. He dragged me into the shower and wrapped his arms around my waist, standing under the freezing cold water.

"This is how I deal with grief. Maybe it will help you too."

The tears flowed down my cheeks. I only nodded in response. I couldn't speak. My voice was lost. As was Stephan. I couldn't face it. Couldn't accept it…Fate was cursing me. And I was cursing it.

End flashback

The afternoon that followed the funeral, the house was constantly filled with people. And food. Everyone under the sun, decided to bring food. As if we didn't know how to feed ourselves. Lucy was passed from person to person, not staying longer than five minutes with someone. Everyone was always worried about my health. But how could I be healthy with Stephan…gone? Lucy's father was just…gone. My heart squeezed at the thought.

"Elena?" Someone's voice brought me back to the present.

"Yes?"

"What was your fondest memory of Stephan?"

My eyes filled with unshed tears. Happiest moment? Weren't they all? Having Lucy, conceiving Lucy. Eating together. Living together. Being together. "They were all happy memories." I smiled and excused myself to the kitchen.

I felt someone follow me and I turned around to see Damon leaning up against the doorframe. "How are you doing?" He asked cautiously.

"How do you think, Damon?" I threw a towel on the counter in anger. "I just lost my baby's father. The love of my life. How do you think I'm holding up with something like that?!" I nearly yelled at him.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Good. You better be. This is your fault! You did this…" I started yelling at him, pointing. Accusing. "If you hadn't of said anything, he would still be here. He would still be alive!"

"Now wait just one second. I did not kill him. Someone else did. I only told him the truth because I thought he deserved to know. He is my brother." He sighed. "Was my brother. So don't blame this all on me! We did what we did together."

Someone slipped into the kitchen behind Damon. "Someone else is here with food. They wish to pay their respects."

I followed her out and to the new guests at the door. Shaking hands, I greeted them. "Hi, I'm Elena."

"Hello, Elena. I'm Rebecka and this is my brother Klause." A tall, blond, European beauty said and gestured to the beautiful man standing next to her. Klause, bent over and kissed my hand, a smirk painted on his face.

"My condolences, Madam Elena." He said through a think accent. I blushed slightly. Something was off. Not quite right…something had led them there and I couldn't pin point it. But I was going to find out. I was going to try my darndest. Because I knew it had something to do with Stephan's death.