A/N: Hey all! So, I figured that since I'll probably be really emotional after the TVD finale tonight. I'm posting a little early. :) A confession is made by Elena and a game changing turn of events happen in this chapter that will pretty much change everything for Stefan and Elena. Don't say that I never warned you! ;)

Also, there is a flashback in this update!

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CHAPTER ELEVEN- Loving You Is Endless

Elena's P.O.V.

I don't know how I got here or even where I really am when I wake up. Rubbing my eyes with my fists and looking around the room, automatically noticing that Stefan's gone and the only thing remaining where he had once been is an envelope. His perfect cursive handwriting is visible from where I'm sitting and when I get up to get a better look at what it says. My stomach tightens and I feel sick when I see that it's addressed to me.

But, when I get to my feet and stabilize myself, from the space where I'd been sleeping. Another rough voice stops me in my tracks as he yawns and clears his throat to speak. "For god sakes, Elena. You told me that you'd let me know when you were done!" Damon complains, stretching his arms above his head as I look down and realize that my clothing is completely dissolved.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about that...So, when did Stefan go into surgery and why didn't anyone wake me up?" I demand, looking over to see Damon give me a saddened look, his eyes just as tired and hurt as mine when he replies to me.

"Stefan told me not to. He said that he wanted you to get some rest. I guess he knows what kind of toll this is all taking on you." Damon explains. Looking up at me as I move a strand of my hair behind my ears.

"Oh, come on. Damon...I know the real reason. He didn't want to see me break down again." I admit, listening as Damon scoffs before he clears his throat to speak.

"See..I don't really think that's it. I think that he was too afraid of you telling him the real reason you moved here to New York before he went into this life or death surgery. It wasn't to just 'get away from, Stefan'. Now, was it?" He presses with his question. Forcing me to secure my gaze upon him, my tired eyes closing, my hands shaking as I remember the last time that I broke down in front of Stefan. Just like I did the night before, but for an entirely different reason, one that Damon and I only know about...

"I don't want you here! I don't want you or need you to see me like this." He told me, leaning his head back and groaning. The glass separating us and a telephone the only way of our communication.

"Stefan, please. I'm here because I want to be. Your innocent and I know that you didn't do what they said you did. Look, I was mad..I was angry at you the other night because you didn't say anything to my parents when we told them about our engagement and my mother made that comment! She said that I shouldn't marry you, Stefan. Why didn't you say anything..Why?" I yelled at him, forcing the armed police guard behind me to tell me to keep my voice down.

"Maybe she was right. Maybe being with me is a curse and you're better off with someone else. Your parents hate me because of the stupid things I did when I was younger and now this...Elena, stop trying to save me! I maybe innocent. But, there is no way that anyone will prove it. So, I'm accepting my fate." He said in an equally pissed off an agitated tone, leaning back in his chair and turning his head to look over at the guard that was on the other side of him.

"I won't stop trying to save you and prove that your innocent! But, I won't stick around and watch you sulk and feel sorry for yourself either. I love you and I always will. Yet, you're right though. I need to move on. Seven years is a long time, Stefan to hang on to man that won't fight for himself. All, I want is for you to fight. To come out of this stronger and stop saying that you deserve this, because you don't. Though, until then.. Until, you realize it or until you come out of this hell that you're in. I'm taking your advice and I'm leaving town. I can't wait around forever for a man who doesn't believe in hope and I refuse to believe that you don't." I told him, watching as he cleared his throat to speak. But, no words came out.

"If you ever decide to fight against this and believe in yourself some more. Look me up, I'll be someplace on the East coast. Just know this one thing..I love you, no matter what and whatever happens in our lives, either separate or apart. That, will never change." I explained, getting up from my seat and turning to leave. Just as I heard Stefan slam his fist against the table top as he shouted "Elena! Wait! I 'm sorry..I'm sorry for ruining us. I love you."

I turned on my heels, facing him once again as I wiped away my falling tears and I spoke in a strangled tone. "I know you do. But, sometimes you have to set the one you love free and if they come back to you. Then, you'll know that you were meant to be with them. We'll find our way back to each other. One day. I promise." I reassured him, listening as his cried and pound his fists along with the sounds of chains that were shackled to his hands made loud noises as I left him. Deep down knowing that it was the wrong choice. But, also knowing that it was only because I was protecting myself and my heart from breaking at the sight of him, so broken and hopeless.

"I was protecting myself, I tried telling him the night before he got arrested by Kol. You know that. You know exactly why I left Arizona and never looked back...Damon, you were the only one who helped me!" My voice trails off as Damon looks up at me, shaking his head.

"I know. I was dragged into your mess because you had no one else to turn to. Stefan never got the chance to find out and your parent's didn't believe you after you told them why you were leaving, after you told them the truth." He says, looking down at his feet as he exhales.

"No, they didn't. My own parents never believed me or wanted to help me out. When, I told them that I was pregnant with Stefan's baby. So, that day after Stefan got arrested, I was going to tell him everything and confess. But, they came early and seeing him later that night in those shackles and behind that glass. I couldn't tell him. He was so mad, he was so damn full of hatred and the worst part of it was that he told me to go...He wanted me gone and so, I listened to him. I had the baby here, before I started my modeling career and then I gave him up for adoption. Because, I didn't know what else to do!" I confess, watching as Damon looks up at me. Tears in his eyes when he takes a step closer and breathes out a shaky breath.

"Does Stefan know that you have a son? Have you told him since he came to see you here?" He asks me, pounding me with questions that I feel have been the biggest weight on my shoulders, dragging me down. I know I should have told him that I was pregnant that night before we came home from my parent's house after another dinner. That was my plan, I was going to tell him about the baby and I knew that we would have figured everything out together. But, then the next day came and everything happened so far and when I got the message from Lexi about Stefan possibly getting 7 years in prison. I decided that I needed to keep it a secret. Because, I couldn't raise a baby alone, knowing that his dad was in jail for a long time.

"You and I are the only ones who know about Nathan. I named him, Nathan. After they ripped him from my arms and took him away from me after 24 hours. It's an open adoption and so, I get to see him only when his parents allow me to. I guess, that's the another reason I've stayed in New York for this long. I don't want to leave my son. Even if he's not with me, physically. I want him to know that his mom did the best she could, under the circumstances. Damon, I know that you were mad at me for not telling Stefan about the baby and that you were the one who wanted me to stay and to tell him, that's why you came to the apartment a few days after you heard I was leaving..You were trying to convince me that I was making a mistake. But, what other choice did I have? Things are better off this way and in time, when Stefan gets better. I'll tell him. I'll tell him everything and-" I start to say, tears running down my face as I watch Damon move closer and then I feel his arms wrap around me tightly, holding me against his chest.

"I know you will. Because, if my brother dies from this heart condition and he never knows that he has a son with you. If he never gets to learn the truth. That will be your biggest regret, Elena. Even worse than leaving Arizona and my brother. Stefan doesn't need to hear the real reason why you two have been separated from each other and why you barely came to see him during the time he as in jail. All this time, he thought it was because he pushed away and he blamed himself for it. But-" Damon begins to explain, as we both step back from each other and look up to see one of Stefan's doctor's come inside the room, pulling off his mask when he says "Stefan's surgery went well. Now, all we have to do is wait and see how his body will react to the heart transplant. That will be the real test."


Damon's P.O.V.

It takes us a few hours of waiting around his room and in waiting area until they wheel my brother back from the recovery area to the room he was in before he had undergone the surgery. Yet, since two of the nurses are inside of his room and taking vitals and running a test. They politely told us that no one could go into see him yet. I'm anxious and pacing the waiting area outside of Stefan's room as Elena talks on the phone with Caroline.

Overhearing that Caroline Forbes, one of her best friends and modeling partners has finally quit the business. I listen in carefully as they talk about how bitchy one of their bosses was and how appreciative Elena is for Caroline telling her that she quit. She also tells the girl that Stefan's doing just fine and to not worry about having to come and get her from the hospital. That, she'll have me take her back to the apartment before I come back here and spend the night, staying vigilant near Stefan's room.

But, something seems off when I look up at Elena and she hangs up the cell phone, slumping down in her seat as she locks her gaze upon me and says "I want to quit my job too. I want to tell Stefan about Nathan and I want to do it as soon as he gets better. Damon, you're right. He needs to know. Before anything happens to him. He needs to know about our son and we need to figure out where he and I stand..I love him, Damon and I never meant to hurt him. You have to believe me." She states in a firm tone, running her hands through her hair when she leans her head against the wall and exhales deeply.

"He's going to be okay, Elena. You'll see. Stefan is going to be just fine..." My voice trails off, the strangled tone apparent as I sit down next to her in the middle of the busy hallway full of nurses and doctors passing by, all of them seeming in a hurry to be someplace. I swallow the lump in my throat as I sit next to her, watching as she leans her head against my shoulder and we sit in silence. Although, our silence gets shaken and my words seem to be cursed as we hear a loud noise coming from outside of Stefan's hospital room. My heart sinks inside of my chest as Elena and I see one of the nurses emerging from Stefan's room. Her eyes are darting every which way across the hall as she stands near the door and shouts "I need some help in here, I need a doctor! He's coding..He's crashing! Get me a crash cart in here, now. We're losing him!"

It's like a knife is shoved into my stomach as I look over to see Elena covering her mouth with her hands, trying to get up and run towards Stefan's room. But, my arms stop her when we both land onto the ground of the hallway. Me holding my sobbing and shaking brother's girlfriend in my arms as she cries against me. Her frantic and panicked pleas echoing throughout the busy halls of the corridor in the hospital as she fights against my chest and my iron grip around her body when Elena yells in a bone chilling and blood curdling tone. "His heart. He's having another heart attack! They're losing him, Damon...Please! Please..Please..Please...I need to see him, I need to see Stefan. I need to get in there! Let go of me, Damon. Please, let me go see him..He needs me!"


A/N: Stefan's life maybe hanging in the balance now..But, nothing is ever as it seems. ;)

-Until Next Time!-