Elena's POV
Today I got to go home. I was excited to get out of the hospital. It had been a really long two weeks since I woke up. The tiny room with all the beeps and the lack of sleep was not good for recovery. It frightened me to have to continue going forward without my own memories.
"Are you ready to go?" Caroline asked, excited.
"More than you'll ever know." I smiled big for the first time. Caroline flew all the way back here from New York just to be here when I was ready to go home. She was so sweet, I couldn't believe that we weren't close before all of this. She's been such a bright light of healing that I needed.
I walked outside for the first time in 3 months. The warmth of the may sun filled my body with life. The joy I felt as the sun beamed on my face. I felt like I was glowing, I felt hope for the first time.
Caroline smiled brightly, watching me take it all in. I wanted to feel this good forever.
My assistant drove us from the hospital to my house in Covington. I listened as the girls chatted about something I didn't care about while I stared out the window. I didn't want to think about anything. The scenery was so pretty. We dropped Caroline at her house. She had some stuff to do before she left. It meant so much to me that she came to see me. She told me that the press has been begging for updates on my accident. It hasn't been released to the public yet just that I'm recovering. The doctor said they have no idea if my memory will fully come back. I didn't want to make a press statement about my recovery before I knew more. I don't even know if I can go back to work. I don't know how to be an actress. I barely know how to be a functioning human.
We got to the house. This place didn't feel like home. It was nice and big. There were paintings on the walls. It was classic and timeless. It felt like someone else's house. My assistant Jennifer helped me into bed so I could rest. I questioned her about my life. You would assume an assistant would know more about myself than I did. I found out I had only hired her before my accident.
A few days into recovery at home I finally got a new phone. My old one was destroyed. I turned on my phone and had a bunch of texts. There were a couple from my agent, the network and a few people's names I didn't recognize. I saw some from the co-stars Caroline had shown me on the magazine that day.
Bonnie: Feel better babe. We miss ya. Xo
Stefan: Call me.
Damon: I'm sorry Elena.
The last two texts were from the day of my accident. I wondered what I was missing. I wanted to call Stefan and ask him but it felt strange. He might be my boyfriend but he was also a stranger. He didn't care enough to visit me. I went through my instagram. This was my guide to the story of my life. I didn't know my passwords to my iCloud so I lost all my pictures and notes. It was mostly set photos but there was one with Stefan about our anniversary. It seemed like a nice picture. I thought about my other text. I was so confused. What would Damon be sorry about? I wanted to know more about him. I thought about replying but it seemed silly. I'll have to keep wondering what the boy with the arctic blue eyes could be sorry for. The questions I wish I could ask myself flooded my brain. I shut the phone off and turned the tv on. I thought about watching my show but I don't know if that would be the best thing for recovery. I was scared that I would confuse myself even more.
I fell asleep and woke up to the doorbell. I walked into the entryway. I opened the door to see a delivery of yellow and pink flowers with a box of chocolate.I picked it up and looked at the card.
"I'm sorry. Forgive me?" - Stefan.
I rolled my eyes and went to shut the door.
"Wait!" A hand stopped me.
"Stefan?" I said recognizing the face from the pictures.
"It's nice to see you babe." He went in for a hug but I stopped him with my hand.
"Don't touch me." I shouted, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"What?" He looked at me, upset.
"I don't know you." I told him in full honesty.
"I heard about that but I figured it was temporary." He looked at the confusion on my face. "You really don't know anything?" Stefan was convinced it wasn't real.
"Listen, I just got out of a coma." I noticed he turned his head away. He didn't want to see my face when I said those words.
"I know." He sounded defeated.
"I wake up and I find out that I have no family." My voice breaks. "That I'm a celebrity and that my boyfriend didn't even care to show up." I sighed, with teary eyes. "I don't know the truth about any of this but I do know that if we are together we probably shouldn't be."
"Don't say that Elena." He looked at me. "We are perfect together. Things were perfect between us but we had a fight and I assumed you wouldn't want me there." Stefan explained his side of the story.
"I almost died." I looked at him with disgust.
"I know but you don't remember what happened between us." He tried to defend his decision making.
"Enlighten me." I folded my arms.
"A week before the accident we were supposed to go to my brother's engagement party but you freaked out. You said you didn't want to go anymore. You told me that you didn't want to be together anymore." He paused. "You felt overwhelmed about how everyone was growing up and getting in these serious relationships. You needed to take a step back."
"So we broke up. If we were perfect together and you love me, how does that make up for you leaving me in the hospital alone?" I didn't feel anything towards Stefan before this but now I was hurt and angry.
"Yes we broke up, I didn't want to break up. I should've been there and I know that but I didn't want to cross the line if you didn't want me there. I love you and I know that you love me too." He stated, pleading for another chance.
"If I loved you then why did I break up with you?" I wasn't convinced.
"I don't know but you tend to get a little upset with change. I was talking about marriage and you didn't seem to be ready for that." Stefan admitted.
"Marriage? How long have we been serious?" I was getting confused keeping up with all of this.
"This house. It's our house. We bought it five months ago. We've been living here together." He smiled slightly.
"So this is our home?" I looked around and pieced together some of the manly things I noticed around the house must have been his.
"Elena, I know that you don't know me. You don't remember the things we've been through but I love you. I'm not going anywhere. I will wait till you're ready."
"And if I never get my memory back?" I wondered.
"Don't say that. You will. I know it." Stefan said confidently.
"And until then where do we go from here?" I asked him.
"I'll stay in the guest room." He offered.
I didn't know what to do about Stefan and I. There was a part of me that felt like I needed him. I needed someone that was close enough to me to be able to tell me who I am. How could I get back to the person I used to be without any help? The recovery is going to be hard enough and I didn't want to do it alone. The other half of me felt like this was a bad idea. I don't know how to trust him or anyone. I was still angry at him for leaving me in that hospital all alone. I wondered if I really did break up with him because I wasn't ready for the serious relationship we were in or if the relationship was not good. I felt like I owed it to my old self to figure it out.