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"It's done. That part of my life is done. I don't want to see you. I don't want to be with you. I just want you to go.."

Elena's head pounded the words louder and louder until she bolted upright in her bed, panting. She peered around her room frantically.
Realising it was just a nightmare she sighed heavily, and placed a hand over her eyes, rubbing them slowly. She glanced over her shoulder at her alarm clock. It was 3:30am.
She bit her lower lip. Her chocolate orbs peering back over her empty, dark room. It was gloomy, and she felt slightly uneasy as the realisation of Stefan not being beside her creeped up on her.
She turned slightly, fixing herself into a comfortable sleeping position before placing her head back down on her pillow.
With a last lingering glimpse at her bedroom door, Elena finally found it in her to close her eyes.

Within a few moments she heard a light rap at her door.
Elena's eyes shot open, her brows furrowing deeply, but inside, a slight ray of hope flourished.

Maybe he has come back to me..

But something inside of her knew that that wasn't true.
She peeled back the duvet cover, slowly and steadily sliding out of bed and on to her feet. She padded across her cold, wooden bedroom floor to the door.
She hesitated momentarily, wondering if it was such a good idea to open it. God knew what was lingering in the darkness of her landing, and she couldn't bare to think the worst. Too much sadness and terror had come her way as it was.
She brought herself to press down on the handle, pulling back the door - slowly revealing a darkened, slightly worried looking Damon.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" Elena hissed through a tired whisper.

Damon simply passed her by, nonchalantly strolling over and taking a seat on the end of her bed. A silky smirk graced his perfect lips, even Elena could make that out in the darkness. She brought her fingers to the light switch, pressing lightly, she illuminating her once gloomy room.

"I'm just checking on you. You're friendly neighbourhood Vampire and all that.." He continued to smirk, eyeing her deliberately.

"...At 3:30 in the morning..?!" Elena folded her arms across her chest, a brow raised. She cast him a cold look.

"..Part of me knew you wouldn't be able to sleep with what went on today.. That "bad" brother of mine still keeping you up.. for all the wrong reasons.." Damon's gaze passed Elena to glance around the room, as if unfazed by her outburst.

"Damon, Jeremy is in bed and I'm tired.. And-.."

"..I'm not leaving you alone tonight, if that's what you're thinking.. You know who's around tonight.. You'll need someone brave and handsome to keep you safe.. You wouldn't want to leave me out in the cold now would you?"

Elena opened her mouth to speak but was surely interrupted.

"Of course you wouldn't. Who would." Damon raised a brow cheekily.

"..Damon, I'm in no mood for your childish games.. Go home." Elena grated, coldly.

"Who's playing games here? Rick isn't very much help himself - being asleep, and there is only so much he can do when a bloodthirsty hybrid calls for tea."

Elena's eyes narrowed slowly, a few seconds pause between them hung in the air, before a deep sigh passed her lips.

"..You're taking the couch."

"..And there I was thinking 'finally Elena had come to her senses and invited the right brother into her bed.'" Damon flashed her a toothy grin.

Elena rolled her eyes, hovering over him.

"Go on then.. Shoo.." Elena took a step closer to her bed.

"Are you alright, Elena?" Damon's crystal stare pierced into her, his smirk wiped clean from his visage.

"..Tired because you're keeping my up.." She groaned.

"I mean really okay, Elena.." Damon's brows slowly pulled together, his expression intense. "With today and everything thats happened.." He pushed himself up from the bed swiftly, approaching her slowly.

Elena watched him. Her body inch by inch growing tense at his words.
His words struck a sensitive nerve. She took a sharp breath and then paused momentarily, as if thinking up a short reply.

"..I will be okay."

Damon paused a foot away from her, his icy eyes conveying signs of emotion unknown to Elena's eye. He was collected but intense. He was worrying for her, she knew that much.

"..I will let you sleep.. I'll be downstairs if you need me." Damon resumed walking smoothly to Elena. He placed a single palm against her cheek, his cool thumb stroking her soft skin lightly and comfortingly.
He cast her one last meaningful look, before continuing on his journey to the couch, Elena gazed right back at him, her mahogany stare connecting with his icy seers.

Elena fidgeted on the spot as he past her, before calling back over her shoulder.

"Damon.. Do you think he'll ever come back?"

Damon paused in his tracks, his jaw clenching.

"..He is savable, Elena.. He's too soft for his own good, my brother."

With that Damon passed onto the landing and disappeared downstairs.

Damon's words ran through her head again and again.
She slowly moved towards her bed, pulling herself under the covers. A cool shiver ran up her spine as she thought of what Claus had Stefan doing at that very moment.. It hurt to think about, and all Elena wanted to do was just forget it all.
The pain was all too real.
She wanted to be in his arms once more, like he held her only a couple of months before, but as she remembered the words Stefan spoke to her, she couldn't help feel a searing pain, like ice through her heart; and as the hot tears slowly began to fall, the last thought and last picture of Stefan she had, imprinted in her mind.
Of Stefan Salvatore walking away from her, and with him he surely took a part of her.

Slowly she fell into a disturbed and restless night sleep.

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"It's done. That part of my life is done. I don't want to see you. I don't want to be with you. I just want you to go.."

Elena's head pounded the words louder and louder until she bolted upright in her bed, panting. She peered around her room frantically.
Realising it was just a nightmare she sighed heavily, and placed a hand over her eyes, rubbing them slowly. She glanced over her shoulder at her alarm clock. It was 3:30am.
She bit her lower lip. Her chocolate orbs peering back over her empty, dark room. It was gloomy, and she felt slightly uneasy as the realisation of Stefan not being beside her creeped up on her.
She turned slightly, fixing herself into a comfortable sleeping position before placing her head back down on her pillow.
With a last lingering glimpse at her bedroom door, Elena finally found it in her to close her eyes.

Within a few moments she heard a light rap at her door.
Elena's eyes shot open, her brows furrowing deeply, but inside, a slight ray of hope flourished.

Maybe he has come back to me..

But something inside of her knew that that wasn't true.
She peeled back the duvet cover, slowly and steadily sliding out of bed and on to her feet. She padded across her cold, wooden bedroom floor to the door.
She hesitated momentarily, wondering if it was such a good idea to open it. God knew what was lingering in the darkness of her landing, and she couldn't bare to think the worst. Too much sadness and terror had come her way as it was.
She brought herself to press down on the handle, pulling back the door - slowly revealing a darkened, slightly worried looking Damon.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" Elena hissed through a tired whisper.

Damon simply passed her by, nonchalantly strolling over and taking a seat on the end of her bed. A silky smirk graced his perfect lips, even Elena could make that out in the darkness. She brought her fingers to the light switch, pressing lightly, she illuminating her once gloomy room.

"I'm just checking on you. You're friendly neighbourhood Vampire and all that.." He continued to smirk, eyeing her deliberately.

"...At 3:30 in the morning..?!" Elena folded her arms across her chest, a brow raised. She cast him a cold look.

"..Part of me knew you wouldn't be able to sleep with what went on today.. That "bad" brother of mine still keeping you up.. for all the wrong reasons.." Damon's gaze passed Elena to glance around the room, as if unfazed by her outburst.

"Damon, Jeremy is in bed and I'm tired.. And-.."

"..I'm not leaving you alone tonight, if that's what you're thinking.. You know who's around tonight.. You'll need someone brave and handsome to keep you safe.. You wouldn't want to leave me out in the cold now would you?"

Elena opened her mouth to speak but was surely interrupted.

"Of course you wouldn't. Who would." Damon raised a brow cheekily.

"..Damon, I'm in no mood for your childish games.. Go home." Elena grated, coldly.

"Who's playing games here? Rick isn't very much help himself - being asleep, and there is only so much he can do when a bloodthirsty hybrid calls for tea."

Elena's eyes narrowed slowly, a few seconds pause between them hung in the air, before a deep sigh passed her lips.

"..You're taking the couch."

"..And there I was thinking 'finally Elena had come to her senses and invited the right brother into her bed.'" Damon flashed her a toothy grin.

Elena rolled her eyes, hovering over him.

"Go on then.. Shoo.." Elena took a step closer to her bed.

"Are you alright, Elena?" Damon's crystal stare pierced into her, his smirk wiped clean from his visage.

"..Tired because you're keeping my up.." She groaned.

"I mean really okay, Elena.." Damon's brows slowly pulled together, his expression intense. "With today and everything thats happened.." He pushed himself up from the bed swiftly, approaching her slowly.

Elena watched him. Her body inch by inch growing tense at his words.
His words struck a sensitive nerve. She took a sharp breath and then paused momentarily, as if thinking up a short reply.

"..I will be okay."

Damon paused a foot away from her, his icy eyes conveying signs of emotion unknown to Elena's eye. He was collected but intense. He was worrying for her, she knew that much.

"..I will let you sleep.. I'll be downstairs if you need me." Damon resumed walking smoothly to Elena. He placed a single palm against her cheek, his cool thumb stroking her soft skin lightly and comfortingly.
He cast her one last meaningful look, before continuing on his journey to the couch, Elena gazed right back at him, her mahogany stare connecting with his icy seers.

Elena fidgeted on the spot as he past her, before calling back over her shoulder.

"Damon.. Do you think he'll ever come back?"

Damon paused in his tracks, his jaw clenching.

"..He is savable, Elena.. He's too soft for his own good, my brother."

With that Damon passed onto the landing and disappeared downstairs.

Damon's words ran through her head again and again.
She slowly moved towards her bed, pulling herself under the covers. A cool shiver ran up her spine as she thought of what Claus had Stefan doing at that very moment.. It hurt to think about, and all Elena wanted to do was just forget it all.
The pain was all too real.
She wanted to be in his arms once more, like he held her only a couple of months before, but as she remembered the words Stefan spoke to her, she couldn't help feel a searing pain, like ice through her heart; and as the hot tears slowly began to fall, the last thought and last picture of Stefan she had, imprinted in her mind.
Of Stefan Salvatore walking away from her, and with him he surely took a part of her.

Slowly she fell into a disturbed and restless night sleep.