"Wow that was, um." Elena bit her lip, looking down at her lap. "Wow." Damon finished for her. "Yeah." Elena could feel her face grow pink. Damon ran a finger over her jaw, "Why are you embarrassed?" "I just got out of a relationship, I don't want to impose." Damon's brows bunched together, tilting her face back up to look her in the eye, "Impose? You could never impose. I like having you here." "We just met." "So?" "I have a lot of baggage." "As you could tell from my little storytelling, so do I." Elena looked away, looking out the front door. Damon spoke again, "Look, I understand if it's too soon but please don't go." Elena looked back at him; Damon was looking at her, his eyes full of hope. "Ok, I won't go just yet, but it does seem a little soon." He nodded, "Understandable." He was grinning as he said, "So what do you want to do?" "Well I do need to get a few things from my house." "I'll take you now." Damon stood, grabbing his keys from the counter and walked over to the door, opening it and sweeping his hand through the air, gesturing for her to go first, "Ladies first." Elena giggled, leaving the apartment with Damon following.

"Here we are." He said as they pulled up out front of the Gilbert home. "You live here alone?" he continued to ask as he looked over to Elena who was already getting out of the car. "Well I used to live here with my aunt and little brother but then they moved in with my aunt's boyfriend Alaric and left the house to me. After that I lived here with Stefan for the most part, it was very rare that he would go home. Damon nodded as he followed her up onto the porch and waited as she unlocked the door and followed her inside. "Nice house." He mentioned as she headed up the stairs. Elena was not having a good time coming back here, everywhere she looked reminded her of Stefan. Damon asked from the foot of the stairs, "Do you want me to come with you or wait down here?" she looked back at him, "You can come up." Damon nodded, taking the steps two at a time, meeting her at the landing. Elena moved over to her bedroom door, opening slowly, she caught herself expecting Stefan on the other side, sitting on the bed waiting for her. Her heart fell when she found the room empty. Damon could notice her mood change as he stood in the door way, he felt it was too personal to enter their bedroom. Elena went to her dresser, accidentally opening his side and seeing all of his clothes neatly folded in the drawer. She took a deep intake of breath as she closed it and opened her own, pulling clothes as she set the on the bed and then moved over to the closet to grab a duffel bag.

Damon watched her every move before looking around the room to notice the vanity mirror cracked down the middle in the shape of impact of someone's head hitting it. He took notice to a few things discarded on the floor in a violent looking matter. Something bad happened here, maybe even more than once. He had gotten this unsettling feeling, he felt like he needed to whisk her away and never let her get hurt again. Elena stuffed the clothes in the bag, leaving the room for a moment to go into the bathroom only to come moments later with a few toiletries in hand. After she zipped up the bag and slung it over her shoulder, she stood face to face with Damon. "Are you ok?" he asked. Elena nodded, "I'm fine." Damon let her pass, following her back down the stairs. Elena stopped in the kitchen as Damon noticed as she was cleaning out the fridge, a clear plastic container sitting on the top shelf. He leaned over her, taking it out of the fridge to notice that it was the white gardenia corsage he had sent her only that all the petals were all off of the stem. Elena took the container from him, placing it back in the fridge and headed back to his car. He knew she didn't want to talk about it but he was dying to know what had happened. "Elena, what happened to the corsage I sent you?" She ignored him as he caught up to her by the time they reached his car as he reached out for her shoulder, turning her around. By the time she faced him, she was crying as she leaned into him, wetting his shirt as he held her closer, trying to sooth her.

Just then Caroline was out on her porch and just so happened to lay her eyes on Elena hugging some guy, but where was Stefan?