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CHAPTER 3

Elena's Point Of View

When I woke up, it was with a heavy heart, I had dreamt of Damon the whole night. The dreams were so vivid that I could swear he was in the room with me. He was my every thought.

I checked my phone and saw that I had three missed calls from Bonnie, one from Caroline, one from Alaric and Stefan had texted me asking how I was. I sighed. I would have to face everybody today. Only Stefan, Jeremy, Caroline and I knew what had happened.

I lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling. I did not want to get out of bed. I missed Damon. I missed his cocky humor, his sarcastic comments, how he always drank no matter what the time of the day was. I missed everything about him. Tears flooded my eyes again but my grief was interrupted with a knock at my door. Jeremy cautiously opened the door and peered in.

"Hey. You're up How are you?." He slowly walked towards me and sat at the edge of my bed. Somehow, seeing my brother with that look on his face, that look that said that he was afraid to say or do the wrong thing, just made me break down. The floodgates opened and I began to cry hard. My sobs forced me to take deep breaths and my back arched off the bed as I struggled to breathe. Jeremy got up and quickly lifted me gently such that I was sitting up and he was hugging me. I wailed into his chest and gripped him hard. He was my rock.

Damon was gone. Damon was dead. Damon. Damon. Damon.

Bonnie's Point Of View

I was sitting with Caroline in her kitchen and half-heartedly picking at our pancakes. She had called me last night to tell me that Damon was dead and I had gone over to spend the night with her. According to Caroline, Elena was a mess. I wanted desperately to go over to her house but Caroline refused to let me go. She said that Elena was not seeing anybody but Jeremy and even then, it was only because he lived in the same house. I tried calling her but she was not answering. So I called Jeremy and he told me how he had gone to check on Elena and how she had sobbed and wailed upon seeing him.

To be honest, I was actually slightly scared to see Elena. Damon meant as much to her as I did. And even if she refused to admit it, I knew that she secretly had feelings for him. I was afraid to see her grief. However, as her best items, it was my duty to be there for her.

"Caroline, we are her best friends. We have to go to her."

"You didn't see her last night Bonnie. She...she's so broken. It was like when her parents died."

"All the more reason to go. Don't shun her away." I begged.

She sighed and then nodded. We got into her car and drove to see Elena. When we got to her house, Jeremy answered the door.

"Hey guys. Elena's in her room. She's on the phone with Alaric." Jeremy said as he stepped back to let us in.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Not good. She can't stop crying. Alaric's coming over later. He's trying to console her now."

I nodded and the three of us went up to Elena's room. Her door was open and she was staring at the phone in her hand blankly. She looked up when we came in.

"Alaric just put down the phone." She said. Her voice broke and she started to cry again.

Caroline and I hurried towards her and enveloped her in a group hug. It only barely registered at the back of mind that Stefan was not here.

Stefan's Point Of View

Alaric was sitting beside me on the couch facing the fireplace and we each had a glass of Damon's favorite bourbon in our hands. We silently nursed our drinks and dwelled on Damon. Alaric was very upset but he was not really showing it. I didn't blame him. He was of Damon's only friends. Not to mention that they were drinking partners too.

I was hiding from Elena. I could not stand to see her grief. Especially since it was over my 'not so dead' brother. A phone call to Jeremy informed me that she was an absolute wreck. I used the excuse that I needed to deal with my grief by myself when Jeremy asked why I was not with Elena. Alaric had told me that after he went to visit her that it was probably best that I stayed away for a while. He was not supportive of me not being around to comfort my girlfriend but he knew that Elena could not see me right now.

Quite frankly, I think Elena was hiding from me too. She had ignored my texts and calls and I think I knew why. She did not want me to know how much Damon's death had affected her. It was sad to know that she loved him that much. But it also proved to me how necessary sending Damon away was. She would get better. She would grieve for a while but she would soon get over it. And then we could go back to normal.

There was a part of me that felt awful and guilty for sending Damon away like that, for lying and causing Elena and my friends so much grief. I missed my brother. I did. He was good. He was an incredible brother who had proven over and over again that our brotherly bond meant more to him than any other relationship. And I had replayed him by blackmailing him into leaving town because of my petty jealousy. I buried my face in my hands and groaned. What had I done?