Chapter 23

Elena's POV

I woke up to find myself lying down on the floor.

"hm. Probably cried myself to sleep" I thought.

I got up and did the biggest stretch of my life. It felt so good. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself…and I mean REALLY looked at myself. I was a total MESS! My eyes were red and puffy, my lips were dry and my hair looked like an animal was living in it!

"Oh my god" I said silently while taking a good look at myself. I stripped down and took a long hot shower. After my shower I went downstairs for breakfast.

"Aunt Jenna" I called out, but no reply. I guess no one was home. But on the kitchen table was a note,

Elena I'm out with Alaric, I'll be back soon! Xoxo Jenna

Great I'll be all by myself. I didn't want to be alone…. I wanted to be with Damon. My heart hurt when I thought of him. I hope Stefan dies! I can't believe I ever loved him! Ugh I needed my diary right now.
Wait…My diary… oh my gosh! It's still at the boarding house! I slapped my forehead and grabbed my car keys. I needed that diary.

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After finally building up the courage to get out of my car, I went and rang the doorbell. After a good 3-4 minutes of waiting, I left the porch when the door opened.

"Elena" murmured Damon. I missed him…alot. He looked tired. There were deep circles around his eyes and he was paler than usual. I'm pretty sure I didn't look any better.

"um" was all I managed to say.

"yea…so why are you here?" I never thought a day would come when Damon didn't want me here. I guess we really… well Damon, was really over me.

"um I forgot something last night"

"your diary right?"

"y-yea"

"its okay I have it here" and he handed me my diary.

"thanks" I softly said and turned around to leave.

"uh Elena…" I quickly turned to face him. He was walking out of the house. He came towards me, turned me around and did something to my shirt.

"your uh zipper was open on your shirt" stupid Elena! Why didn't you check before you left the house? But I actually didn't mind. I wanted his hands on me. After all I'm pretty sure this was the first and last time after our breakup he would touch me. As soon as he was done, I gave him a smile and left. I can't stand being close to him without wanting him so much. God, please help me.

Sorry its so short im out of ideas! Please help!