^^Keeping Your Faith That Is Gone^^

7. Blame

Damon followed Stefan into the woods where he found his brother watching a group of campers roast marshmallows around a campfire," Dinner time?" Damon asked.

Stefan shook his head, running a hand through his tousled brown hair. "This is all my fault." he simply said, leaning against a tree as if unable to bear the weight of what he had done. His body ached from the grief of it all, as he fought back the emotions that threatened to come in a wave. He still felt things, he just wasn't ready to feel full force yet, fearing it would all cripple him, shatter him into a million tiny pieces.

"I can't argue with you there, brother." Damon said. He wasn't happy about what Elena had tried to do, and Stefan leaving was the only thing he knew that could have set her off," She needs you."

Stefan's laugh was strangled, and by technical standards not even a laugh but more of a defeated sigh,"I thought she would be alright without me. She was strong."

"Deep down inside, though, she's just a girl." Damon said," And she needs you." He realized it now. He himself couldn't fix Elena. Nor make her happy even though he wanted to more than anything. She was always going to love Stefan, and that was never going to change. All he could do was wish them happiness.

Stefan nodded, taking a step out of the dark woods, and on his way, Damon presumed, to talk to Elena.

Meanwhile, the campers, to Damon at least, were appearing as a scrumptious meal he could not miss out on. Especially not right now when stress had it's bitter claw etched into him and all he could think of was heartbreak. How much it hurt.

Maybe the blood will make it better, he thought, before tearing into the first camper.

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