Elena walked over to the window and stared out into her street. She had always hated Mystic Falls with a passion, with its ignorant citizens oblivious to the creators that roam the streets. It was a place that encouraged misery and death.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Damon Salvatore. Elena gulped and glanced at her reflection. She looked like a mess, with bagged eyes, dirty clothing, and knotted hair. Damon was a vampire with black hair and a flirtatious smile. She wasn't prepared for what Damon had in store for her today. As Elena stepped outside and Damon came closer, she could see the heated glint in his eye. He gazed at her with the affection of a dying man.
He spoke in a hushed voice. "Can you remember I love you? You make my life worth something in this miserable world."
He was drunk. The waves of Bourbon hit her face with every breath he took as he leaned closer to her. She tensed further, not knowing how to deal with him in this state. ''Go home Damon. You're drunk." She tried speaking with him.
Damon, who in his drunken state regained hope that maybe someday she would love him back. What deluded fantasies had his mind conjured up. "Please Elena? Just please give me a chance, I-" He got cut off by the sound of her voice.
"No Damon, I can't. I love him"
He leaned back, away from his misery. '' No, I get it, it's Stefan. It's always going to be Stefan. Even though he abandoned you and is out there destroying the world, you still love him." He spoke with venom in his voice. He stumbled down her porch stairs. She didn't say or do anything as she watched him drive away in his Camaro.
Elena thought he would be back. He always came back to her, but he didn't. She lost part of her soul that day and didn't even know it.