It was a rainy, clouded day. One of those days all you want to do is stay in bed, with a bowl of Oreos, a good book, you headphones on and just forget the world. The perfect day to cuddle with your boyfriend under the sheets watching whatever movie came up on the TV. Well, it was also the perfect day for a funeral. She always though it only happened in movies. I mean, what are the chances of a rainy, ugly day being the exact day you have to burry someone you love? What are the chances? But it didn't only happen in movies. It was happening right now, to her. With 7 billion people in the world, it had to be her. She didn't usually like rain, but today, she wouldn't have wanted it to be any other way. If she cried, the sky would cry along with her. If there wasn't a single sunshine in her life, it was only fair that the imensity above her head didn't have one eigther. Elena took one last look in the mirror, taking in what she saw. Her image reflected the mess she was on the inside, but she didn't really care. All she had to do now was make it through the day. She could do this. She lowered her head back to her diary, which was open on the night before's entry.

"Dear Diary,
The worst day of loving someone is the day you lose them. All you're left with are memories of how great it used to be, and the only thing it does to you is prove that the bad things stay with you. You can't scape them.
The night before this, my parents got involved in a car accident. They went off of Wickery Bridge and into the lake. By the time they were able to get to them it was too late. I can't even beging to imagine what was like being down there, knowing full-well that you had only another minute to live and not being able to do anything about it. But I know what it feels like to be out here, safe, and it's not any better. I'm not going to cry. I can't! For Jeremy, I have to stay strong for Jeremy"

It had been such an exausting day she fell asleep before she could finish that entry. Everything she needed to write was there, though. She was not going to cry. She would be strong.

"Elena, are you ready to go?" Jenna called her from the hall.

"Yeah, give me a sec." She closed her journal and hid it in the bottom shelf behind an old chemestry book she didn't know she still had and her original copy of Wuthering Highs. The copy was falling apart. She didn't even dare to open it anymore, afraid she'd ruin it like she did with everything that she touched. She only did keep it because it was a very special gift from a unbelievably special person, and well, it was the perfect hidding spot.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jeremy asked her when she caught up with Ric, Jenna and him an the door.

"I'm fine." She lied. "Let's go."

One and a half hours. That's how long Elena had to smile and thank people when they said they were sorry about her parents. They were about to actually burry the bodies and she was barely keeping it together. Don't cry, she had to remind herself. She looked around the place, surprised with the amount of people she had never seen in her life that showed up. A pair of green eyes caught her attention in between the crowd. Those same green eyes that were locked on her from the moment she got there. Green eyes whose owner was the only person in that crowd not to go talk to her that day. Or the past 3 years for that matter. Elena didn't look away this time like she had done many times in the past hour. She kept her look on his for a minute or so before she was forced to interrupt their stare by Ric calling her name.

"Elena, we have to go, they're taking them right now." Ric said behind her, and she started walking in automatic mode.

One foot after other. The closer they got, the stronger the ache in her throat became. Don't cry. It's all she could think. And the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to give in. It's for Jeremy. Stay strong for Jeremy. One by one they made their speeches. First of all was Jenna, then John, even Jeremy said a few words. Elena was completely off, though. Not listening to a word they all said, because she knew that if she did, there is no chance she would be able to do what she started the day saying she would do. And then, finally, it was her turn. She walked slowly to the microphone with her head lowered down to avoid the pityful stares. She cleaned her throat and looked up to face the crowd in front of her. Again, her look was instantyl locked in the deep green eyes. Still facing him, she opened her mouth to star her speech, but no words came out of her mouth. Her vision started to get blury. Oh, no! Don't cry! She told herself, but it was useless. Tears were already streaming down her face and she was shaking uncontrolably. Eveyone was staring at her with their disgusting pityful looks. She looked behind her and Jenna, Ric and John were looking at her the same way. Or that's what she thought, at least. She didn't dare to look at Jeremy, though. She said she'd be strong for him, and all she was able to do was mess up and be a big desappointment to him - to them - she was sure of it. Elena was about to pass out when she felt a pair of strong arms around her. She burried her face in his chest and let him comfort her. He stroke her hair few times, before pulling away from her just enough for him to whisper something in her ear she was not able to understand and both of them walked away from the crowd.

"Hey, stay here, I'm gonna get you some water to calm you down, okay?" He said when her sobs were over and she had recomposed herself.

"No," Elena hurried to say, holding him by his arm. "don't leave me."

"Come here." He pulled her close to him again, not letting go of her this time. Several minutes went by and they kept quiet, observing the end of the funeral from a distance. Elena burried her face in his shirt, letting herself enjoy his scent. God, she had missed it.

"Elena, there you are! Are you okay?" Jenna said, after aproaching them. She looked at the man by her niece's side, waiting for one of them to give an answer to her question. When it didn't happen, she spoke again. "It's over now, let's go home. Come on, get up." She commanded.

"Jenna, I don't think..." Jenna sent the guy a cold, desapproving stared and he stopped talking. That was a family situation, and he had stopped being family a long, long time ago.

"Home? Is this a joke? My mother and my father are dead. I don't have a home. Not without them!" Elena cried. Her whole being trembling. It was not Jenna's fault, it was no one's fault, she knew that, but it was a hell of a lot easier to drop everything over her aunt's shoulder, than to try and calm herself down. She spent the whole day trying to be strong. She was tired, exhausted. The easy way out seemed a lot more tempting right now.

Without a warning, Elena stood up and started walking away. Only when she heard John and Jenna screaming her name, she realized she had stopped walking and started running. Her legs were weak and she having trouble breathing, but she kept going. She ran for about 15 minutes, though it seemed a lot longer.

"Didn't know you could run that fast." He shouted from the red Porsche that stopped by her side.

"Me either." She said out of breath, stopped and looked at him.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"I'm not going back there, Stefan, if that's why you're here you're wasting your time!" Elena protested. Nothing he could ever do would make her change her mind. She wanted to be away from her family. From everything and everyone who reminded her of them. She wanted to go away and never come back.

"I don't want you to go back." He told her, with a warm, barely visible smile. "I want to you take me with you."

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Hey guys! This is my first Stelena fanfic, so I'm still not very good at it. It would mean the world to me if you could review and let me know what you think. The things you like, and the things you think could be better.

Anyway, hope you guys like it and give it a chance. xoxo