Console me in my darkest hour

Convince me that the truth is always gray

Caress me in your velvet chair

Conceal me from the ghosts you cast away

Losing Touch by The Killers

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Elena was furious with Damon, but she needed to concentrate. Andy needed her now.

Elena walked back into his dressing room. He was slumped on the couch, seemingly lost in thoughts.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah."

"You don't need to hide anything from me."

He sucked in a breath. "I know."

"You really have me worried. The pressure of composing new songs is riding all on you alone. It's obviously worsening your depression. I think... you need someone to talk to."

"Isn't that what I'm doing now?"

"Andy, you know what I mean. A professional."

Andy furrowed his brows. "I can't."

"Why?"

"Touring."

"What are your options? I don't want to receive a call about your suicide."

"I'm not suicidal." Andy said flatly.

"Anymore."

"I wasn't going to commit suicide tonight. I already told you... I just wasn't thinking!" Andy gritted out.

"Like that's any better!" Elena shouted back.

"You need to take care of yourself." Elena said softly.

"I know." Andy sighed. "I'll try harder."

Elena didn't know what to say. Their conversation kept cycling over the last hour. She wanted him to be happy.

"Did you drive here?" Elena asked after a few minutes.

"No. Why?" Andy asked softly.

"Everyone left."

"Damn." Andy bit his lip. "What about Damon?"

"He abandoned me." Elena admitted.

"What a sucker."

Elena laughed. "What should we do?" A cab would take forever. Who could pick them up?

"There's a party at Nick and Ryan's place. They're too wasted to drive."

"Then we can't call Caroline." Elena rolled her eyes.

"I'm not asking Johnny for a ride."

Johnny was the new guitarist. No one knew him well.

"So Sam?" Elena said with a smirk.

Sam lived in Richmond with his wife and kid. At 27, he was the 'Dad' of the band, the reformed rocker.

"He's going to kill us." Andy grimaced.

"Yep. Was he mad about tonight? You kinda left him hanging, literally, on the last song." Elena raised a brow.

"I don't know. I came here after talking to security. I haven't talked to anyone, but you."

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Damon pulled over at a rest stop to call Elena. He couldn't fight the temptation. She was stuck in Richmond. What if something bad happened to her?

"Damon?" Elena answered the phone. "Hold on."

She was playing Super Smash Bros. with Andy in Sam's living room. She walked outside the house to continue the conversation in private.

"Where did you go?"

"Home." Damon said flatly.

"What?" Elena asked in shocked. "Did something happen? Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

"If I can't have all of you, then I don't want you."

Elena's head was spinning. What more did he want? "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. I heard enough." Damon said bitterly.

Elena was beyond confused. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I overheard your talk with Andy."

"So what? He needed help. I don't know why you're angry."

Damon restrained himself from punching the window.

"He's in love with you. How did you expect me to react?"

Elena rolled her eyes. "Andy is not in love with me."

"I heard him say it."

"I can't believe we're discussing a private conversation. You are obsessed over a non-existent love triangle!" Elena said exasperated. She never considered Damon to be insecure, what was his deal? Geez.

"I trusted you!"

"You can trust me!" Elena retorted. "You heard wrong. He is not in love with me."

"What about needing to tell me something?" Damon kept interrogating her.

Elena sucked in a breath. "I'm going to Los Angeles and New York. There, I told you. Happy!"

"When?"

"I don't know. I don't care right now." Elena said annoyed. "So what now? Am I supposed to hitchhike home?"

"No, no..." Damon sighed. "I'll come back."

Elena ended the call without saying goodbye.

The conversation left her in a sour mood. She had enough drama for one night. It wasn't even late!

Elena entered the house and returned to the couch. Andy noticed her mischievous expression. He knew that look.

"What do you want to do, kid?"

A/N: End of the angst train. What did you think of the two chapters? Be Good & Review!

Useless trivia: The lead singer of Say Anything is diagnosed with a mental illness. I quoted his songs in Part 1.