Chapter Eight
Damon and Elena walked onto the Gilbert's porch, both silent, lost in thought. Elena was trapped inside herself and her pain, while Damon observed her hardened state in worry. "Elena?" He asked, "What happened?"
Elena took a few deep breaths, unsure at what to say. She didn't want him to know how broken she was, she didn't want him to worry about her. She'd rather think to herself that no one cared, that she was all alone and that her existence was pointless except for being a human blood bag. "Nothing, Damon."
"That's a load of crap, Elena." Damon said, the volume of his voice increasing as his frustration grew. He needed to know how she felt, he needed to help her, but he could only do that if she told him what was wrong.
Elena could tell that he wasn't going tot let it go, and probably wouldn't leave until she told him what was wrong, so she came up with a tiny part of it and told him, her voice matching the volume of his, as she gave him a half pained, half bitter look. "You kissed me, Damon, that's what's wrong!"
He couldn't think logically, after she said that. For if he had thought logically he would have realized that she was only crying when she was with Stefan. That it wasn't all about the kiss, that her problems had only a small bit to do with the kiss. For the kiss had only brought her feelings to the surface.
Instead, Damon wasn't thinking logically at all as he quickly nodded and descended the steps of her porch, only thinking about her crying earlier, and that it was all because of the kiss, because she didn't want to be with him. Because she didn't like him. That was all Damon could think of as he tossed a, "Night Elena." Over his shoulder and left her home behind him, trying to fight off the emotions that were threatening to cripple him.
Elena sighed and shook her own head, unlocking the front door and heading inside, where she could hear the sounds of Jeremy finishing his packing. This nearly caused a fresh set of tears to emerge as she thought about that. Bonnie had clearly not been happy with her when Elena had told her. Elena could still see her best friends accusing, betrayed look. As if Elena had betrayed not only Jeremy's trust, but her own.
Elena managed to get up to her room before collapsing onto her bed in defeat.
She wanted to give up. She hated it, hated living that way. She didn't even know why she was still holding on, still hoping for something good to come out of this horrid mess she'd gotten herself into.
She was ready to just give up.
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