Elena looked at him, shocked by his presence. He was dressed in his usual attire.
Klaus took a step towards her but Elena stepped back. Noticing this Klaus didn't make another move.
Elena watched him. She was speechless.
Klaus felt sorry for her. He saw the puffy eyes, and the wet cheeks. He knew she was upset.
After what felt like forever but in reality was six minutes Elena spoke, "Why are you here?"
Klaus didn't know the answer. He did' know the reason. He only knew he was falling apart without her. Yet it's only been a day, to him it felt like an eternity. And he knows how long that is.
"You're crying," he acknowledges.
"You're avoiding the question," Elena explained.
"You know exactly why I'm here. You obviously need a friend so," Klaus sympathized.
"Since when were we friends?" Elena asked.
Klaus watched the poor girl appear so terrified, so wrecked. "I thought going home would make you happy,"
"Do I look happy?" Elena wondered. Klaus since a bit of irritation in her voice but it was buried beneath the devastation. "Damon knew,"
Klaus's eyes widened. He knew exactly what she meant. " Elena, I'm sorry okay.
"Nothing for you to apologize for. I messed up. You let me go and I stayed. I'm an idiot," Elena banshereedi.
"No, okay because i wanted you to stay, I liked your company. Elena, I overacted. You and Elijah are free to do whatever. If you want to stay here you know make amends, you can or you can come back and be with the us," Klaus explained.
"I'm not welcomed here, I shouldn't have come," Elena cried.
More than anything Elena wanted Klaus to comfort here. She craved it with every bone in her body. To feel the warmth on his skin. To sense his presence so close to her's.
"Why go off like that? Why throw me to the curb?" Elena wondered.
"Elena, you know why," Klaus said.
And she did. She knew exactly why. Elena urged him to say it. To say the words she so desperately wanted to hear.
"Say it, Klaus I can't be here but I can't go back. Klaus I don't know where to go," Elena whimpered.
Klaus wanted to. He couldn't admit it. "Elena i need you," Klaus admitted.
"Need," Elena paused. "You need me, dang, is that seriously it. I am an idiot. You're a selfish neanderthal. You show up here and you need me. Klaus say it, or leave."
Klaus stared at the girl in the room. Looking more vulnerable than he has ever witnessed. Only problem was to Klaus, emotions are the greatest weakness. In that moment, he realized Elena Gilbert is his kryptonite. As self involved as he is, his knew that to have her, to be with her, would only in danger Elena. Fighting every fiber in his ill-consumed body he did what needed to be done. He left.
Elena remained in the room, alone. The events of the night to overbearing to think about. Mystic Falls is no longer home. Those she once considered family despise her very existence. Those back in New York. The ones who imprisoned her, the ones who she grew to trust, were to painful to think about. So she thrashed her phone. Slamming and smashing it to bits, she took her stuff and walked out the room.
Sitting at the bus stop in her dress that was destroyed. The bottoms were lined with dirt from all the running. The make-up on her face appears to be completely disgusting.
As the bus approached the bench, Elena awaits the door to open. She steps in, few people are inside. She can sit almost anywhere. And so she glides to the back throws her stuff on the seats next to her and cries silenty to herself.
The bus drives away.
As it moves past the town. A huge sound hits the truck. The bus rolls over. She can hear the screams of the others. Elena is to shocked to do anything. Elena's body moves everywhere. The windows on the bus break as it rolls off the road. Elena is thrown from her seat onto the grass nearby.
Ringing fills Elena's ear. Small cuts cover her body as does mud from the grass. Elena's eyes begin to close. As they do she makes out a women getting out of the truck the bus hit. Elena barely makes her out when everything goes black.