It was raining. She was glad it was. It seemed to reflect what she felt inside ,as she looked out the window.

Sure Stefan seemed to of come to grips with the fact that Damon had held such a

Special place in her heart.

He wasn't exactly happy about it, but nor did he feel threatened. After all

Damon was gone

Dear Diary,

How could he leave me like this? Sometimes I'm so mad at him! I guess he never would have been "settle down material "anyway. I no longer have to choose between them.

Stefan has promised to be there for me, well for US. I'd probably be scared if I wasn't so hurt and angry. He was such an arrogant son of a bitch! I'm sure if he was here now he'd be smirking, that idiot smirk of his.

Well Damon, wherever you are I hate you. I hate you for leaving me like this . Getting me to love you, and then ripping my heart out. I wish I'd never met you!

Elena closed her book as she saw the tear running the ink of her last word.

No more tears damn it Elena, he's gone. She told herself.

"Elena, phone. It's Stefan." "thanks Jer, got it".

"Hi, how are you doing? You haven't forgotten dinner tonight right?" Stefan asked.

''I'll be there, nothing fancy, okay. It was more a statement than a question.

Elena went to shower, maybe putting on her make-up and doing her hair would help make her feel better. Her depression was starting to make her feel like she had a mild flu. She thought to herself. Angry again as she thought of Bonnie.

Secretly resentful of the precious time Bonnie had with Damon in the Dark Dimension.

She couldn't help but wonder what the two of them had been up to? Did they play house? Had Bonnie and him gotten as close to each other as her and Damon had?

Elena shoved those feelings back way down inside. She knew she didn't really have a right to feel that way. After all he was never hers. She had always had Stefan right?

Still somehow it didn't matter. Just because the head knew, didn't mean the heart agreed.

She now stood in front of the mirror. Funny, I don't feel like a teenager anymore she thought to her self, wiping the steam off the mirror and gazing at the image before her.

Tired of everyone asking if she was okay, she stood there and had a stern talking to herself.

"Elena, he's gone. You will no longer say his name. He was never your's! Stefan is the one that loves you. He'll take care of you. He's always loved you. You will convince everyone you are fine, until you no longer have to act and it's a reality".

She tried smiling at herself, as she put her hair up in a messy bun. She dabbed the concealor under her eyes. To cover the dark circles that lay there.

'there almost back to normal already." she said to herself, while moving to her closet.

She thumbed through her shirts. White? No. She'd been wearing her ratty sweats for almost two weeks now. Her hand skimmed over her blue one, and a memory flooded her. She sighed and picked the black. Yes.. black would due, black pants also.

Convincing herself black was sexy, and that was the only reason she had chosen it.

Meanwhile, Damon had arrived just in time to see her smiling in the mirror. Keeping himself hidden in bird form his eyes pinned to her.

Over me already princess? He thought to himself. His eyes moved to the two scars on her back. They looked fresh.

Sage hadn't mentioned anything about Elena being wounded? Hmm.

He cocked his head to the side, as he watched her put her hair up. His throat felt on fire.

His eyes traveling the long graceful lines of her throat.

Something seemed different, missing . He had to hold himself back from bursting through the window as he realized she no longer wore the vervain necklace.

So St. Stefan wasn't considered a threat, and she had merely worn it to keep me away, he thought to himself. We'll see about that!.

He watched her picking out her clothes, and couldn't help but notice her taste had improved. Maybe she had learned a thing or two from him.