ELENA'S POV
I felt my heart crumble inside of me. My breaths became harder to take. He held me tight but I still felt I was falling. Jeremy, my brother, who I grew up with, had just died. All the good memories I had with him was all I had left. Aunt Jenna, she had been my mother for the past months and I had grown close with her.
We had banded together to try and help Jeremy with his drug issues and now they were both gone. Just when I thought things were getting better, in a blink of an eye everything fell all around me. I cried harder at the memory. I pulled away a little to breathe. I hadn't noticed Damon was shirtless.
He looked down at me.
"You are welcomed to stay here." he said.
"I love you." I mumbled in between sobs.
A small smile showed on his face.
"I love you too." he replied.
I felt myself crush my face into him.
I needed him. I loved him. He was what I wanted.
I leaned up and kissed him passionately. He scooped me up in his arms and brought me to his bed.
He started to pull away but I pulled him down with me.
"Elena." he said.
I kissed his neck. I wanted him.
"Elena I don't think we should-" his voice trailed off.
I felt myself let go of him and my arms crashed to my sides in defeat.
Rejection filled my body. I felt myself scowl.
"You. Don't. Want me?" I choked out in syllables.
He rolled his eyes.
"Of course I want you, believe me I want you more than anything." he said. "But I just don't think it's the right time. You just lost your family and I don't want you to want to do it out of sadness." he said.
I let his words sink in.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled.
"Its fine." he said as he wrapped me in a tight hug. "Just get some sleep."
He kissed me on the forehead and walked out closing the door.
I lay down and cried myself to sleep.
DAMON'S POV
I felt stupid and sad at the same time. I had just pushed her away.
I had a beautiful girl that I loved, saying she wanted me and I just pushed away. I could have been with her right now.
I shook the thought from my head. What was I thinking that for?
She had just lost her family, the timing was wrong. More thoughts filled my head. She was only seventeen, meaning child services would have to get involved. I thought of ways that I could compel them. It would work. It had to work.
I looked up to see Stefan enter. He had a sad expression on his face.
"I can hear her crying Damon." He said.
I let out a sigh.
"You don't think I know that." I spat.
His jaw tightened.
"Typical Damon, not going to do a thing."
And then he was gone.
It wasn't that I didn't want to do a thing. It was that I didn't know what to do. I had never been put in a position like this. To have someone I love lose someone they love. I wasn't a big emotional person.
I crushed my hands to my head. Rubbing my temples as I sat there in a small form of shock.
ELENA'S POV
I heard the door open and then close. My heart skipped a beat, I thought it was Damon. Then I saw the shorter figure walk towards me. His jaw line was so distinct that I knew it was Stefan right away.
I smiled.
"Hey." he said.
I tried to force out a 'hey you' but my voice just cracked.
"Elena." he said, looking me straight in the eyes. "If you ever want to talk to me, ever. You know you can." he said. "I care about you and I know this is a hard time and if you would like to talk I'm okay with that."
I just sat there not able to say a word. Too many things were running through my head.
"Damon." he said. "He is new to this, these feelings he is having for you are confusing and he has never felt this way about a girl before." he paused looking down. "But you aren't just 'some' girl." he emphasized.
I looked up from my tears with confusion.
"Just, give him some time." he said. "I know that sounds backwards but he is not very emotional."
I gave a side grin. It was more of a twitch, my face muscles were in connection with my heart and when my heart felt sadness there was no way to change it.
He stood up from the bed and walked to the door. His hand touched the handle.
"Wait, Stefan." I called, my voice cracking in multiple places.
He turned and looked at me.
"I could really use someone to talk to." I admitted.
He smiled lightly and sat down on the bed beside me.
Before I knew it we were both sprawled out on the bed vertically, facing each other. We were talking and laughing of memories we had growing up and how I felt.
It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of me, like I could suddenly push away a portion of the sadness when I was talking to him.
I glanced and looked at the clock it read 3:00am. Stefan followed my glance.
"I'm sorry." he said. "I didn't mean to keep you awake."
"NO." I said quickly. Too quickly. "It was nice to talk." I said. "You're a good friend Stefan."
I found myself wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug.
When we pulled apart he was looking at me. I looked up too. Staring at the creases and every mark and feature on his face. But there were none, he was like a porcelain doll.
"Perfect." I whispered as I curiously brushed my hand across his cheek bone.
He grabbed my face and before I knew it his lips were pressed against mine.
He was easier than Damon. Damon was eager and rushed. But Stefan was slow taking in the moment.
If felt my mind whirl in hundred different directions. This was wrong, very wrong. I loved Damon. I let the words run through my head. But if it were so wrong, why did it feel so right?
I felt my hands crash to my side and we pulled away. I felt ashamed of myself.
He just looked at me and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Along with my commitment to Damon, the man I loved.
