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December 7th 2011, 6:15am.
Elena's eyes fluttered open and she yawned. For a moment she felt good, she'd gotten a goodnights sleep in a comfortable bed. Stefan's bed, then…
Well, then she remembered.
The imaginable sadness overcame her, it was like a weight that weighed twice your size, and she felt empty too somehow. Her hand flew to her chest; she took a shaky breath and sat up.
Stefan's gone, gone.
It didn't sound right, so she said it out loud. "Stefan's gone."
Her eyes widened, her nose burned.
The next thing she knew she was in an all out breakdown.
The covers pulled up to her chin, her white fingers tugging at her dark hair, sobs that could have been mistaken for screams coming from her lips.
"Come back please, please god please, come back to me, I…. I love you. Stefan, please."
The words dripped from her lips as water, and hit the ground as tears…
December 7th 2011, 4:00am.
Damon stared at the fire, its hungry flames licked at the sides of the blackened walls.
Out of all the feelings he could be feeling, Damon was confused. As confused as he'd ever been, he had an endless amount questions. Who killed Stefan? What was he up to? What had been so bad that he had to keep it from his brother?
Granted they didn't have the best relationship… But when there was a problem, Stefan always told him. Unless the problem had been him? Damon dismissed the thought and stood, endless questions and only three he would definitively answer.
Had he slept?
No.
Had he fed?
No.
Had he cried?
Like he never had before.
Damon walked towards the large staircase and began to climb.
It was harder than usual. Everything was harder, breathing… Living.
He heard Elena's small snores through Stefan's closed door. At least one of us is getting some sleep.
He thought opening the door.
It was warm, the presence of a human always made rooms warmer. Damon crossed the wood floor, careful not to wake her; he knew this would be harder for her than it was for him.
He'd already lost his brother, twice.
Third times the charm, he thought bitterly.
Elena was tangled in the sheets, her head slightly hanging off the bed; he let a smile creep onto his face. Placing her head back onto the dark pillow he leaned down and placed a smooth kiss on her soft cheek.
She stirred and he rushed out the room, quickly closing the door, and listening.
She yawned and fell back asleep. With a heavy sigh he walked towards his room, flicking off the lamp, he threw himself into bed.
He hadn't slept here since rose… died.
It still smelled like her.
He fell asleep with two things, tears in his sapphire eyes and a promise, a promise to take care of Elena, to keep her safe no matter what, because he didn't think he could lose her too.
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