8. Keep Your Head Up

Stefan went back to Elena's house, where he found her sleeping noiselessly in her bed, her skin a pale white, her mouth a line curving downwards. She looked so peaceful, yet so unbearably sad at the same time. He stroked her cheek gently, his touch as light as a feather. He felt the helpless tears build up in his eyes as he watched her resting, yet he fought them back because he needed to say strong, and because he was not the same Stefan as the Stefan who had left her a month ago. This new Stefan would not cry when things got rough. No, he would keep himself looking strong and confident despite how it pained him to see her so sad.

He had thought that when he left with Klaus that Elena would be able to return to normalcy, and Damon would survive. He thought the biggest danger she would then have was if she ever fell for Damon. However, he was wrong because he'd never thought that she'd turn against herself and become a threat to her own self. After everything she'd been through he had thought she would at least have more respect for herself…

He shook his head to keep his thoughts from wandering. It didn't matter what he thought because this was the truth. The truth was the girl he had loved more than anything had just tried to end her life and he hadn't been there.

He felt like such a failure, so useless. Nothing was worthwhile when he hadn't even been there to help her.

He was thinking thoughts so vile to himself, so negative, that he was lost in his own world when she finally came to.

"Stefan?"

AN: So…what'd you think? Someone asked if I was going to continue so heres a new chapter. Read and Review please (R and R)! 3