Day 386:
Elena and Damon sat in the living room at the Salvatore boarding house. Elena stood in front of the fireplace staring deeply into it. They were both silent, Damon was pouring two glasses of whiskey and Elena was trying to stop herself from remembering the events of the night, tears formed in her eyes as flashes of memories ran through her mind. Damon came up behind her and placed his hand on her arm but she shook it off and turned away.
"Elena..." He whispered. She didn't say a word, she continued to stare into the fire.
"Elena, listen to me, I had to do what I did, if I didn't she would have killed you straight away, this was the only way, we got rid of her and you're safe! Katherine wanted me to fight for you, when I didn't, she didn't have any moves against us, i'm sorry that that was the way I had to stop her but it was the only way, and we won!" He explained.
"We won?" Elena turned to face him, a look of disgust in her eye.
"She blinked. We won." He repeated and smiled.
"But what if she didn't?" Elena demanded.
"But she did." He took a step toward her and cupped her face in his hands but she batted them away.
"But what if she didn't?!" Elena shouted. Damon stood still, he shook his head and looked to the ground.
"I could have died, Damon! If you were one split second slower I would be dead right now!" She continued to shout at him, she took a few steps closer and looked into his eyes.
"I know you don't get it, but she's gone, we won!" He replied.
"And after everything that's all that mattered?" Their eye contact was deep but not like it usually was, it wasn't a look of complete and utter love, it was a look of hate, a look of disgust.
Damon didn't reply. He stood still for a moment. He turned around to walk away.
"I had to do it, Elena." He finally replied before starting to walk toward the stairs.
"Even if it meant losing me?" Elena shouted after him. Damon stopped walking. He shut his eyes and tilted his head toward the ground. A tear slid down Elena's cheek as she waited for him to answer. Damon turned his head to the side for a moment before slowly turning around, he still didn't say anything, he finally looked at her and caught a glimpse the look in her eyes.
"Elena..." He started.
"Take me home." Elena demanded.
"Elena, please." Damon pleaded.
"Fine, i'll walk." Elena scoffed before storming out and slamming the front door behind her. Elena stopped on the doorstep and pressed her back to the back of the door. She slid down onto her bottom and leant her head back on the door as she let out a loud cry. She ran her fingers through her hair and sobbed as tears ran down her face, she turned to the side, her face pressed against the door and she raised her hand to join it hoping that a miracle would occur and the door would transform into Damon, but it didn't, and she sat still, with her hand pressed against the door and tears streaming down her face. Damon stood on the other side of the door in front of the fireplace, he stood where she had previously and thought to himself for a moment before throwing his glass violently into the fire. He stood with his fists clenched and panted with anger before turning around to look at the door where Elena had just stormed out. Damon walked toward the door and reached out to turn the handle but stopped himself. He rested his forehead on the door and tears started running down his face. He slowly raised his hand and pressed it against the door wishing to feel the touch of his lover, not realizing that there was only a piece of wood between them.