He'd said that he couldn't be selfish with her. The tear escaping as he advised that he wished she didn't have to forget...it almost drove Elena over the edge herself. She'd never seen Damon show that level of intensity. He had opened himself up to her so much and then wanted to shut it all back up again Because he thought she deserved someone better? And then the vervain necklace was back around her neck and Damon was gone.
He couldn't decide that for her. It had taken her a few minutes to stop being stunned and actually fully process everything he had been saying. To make a decision that she would be the one who decided who she should be with. Slipping on a hoodie and a pair of yoga pants in exchange for the pajamas Damon had deemed cute, Elena slipped on some sandals and moved quietly down the stairs, keys in hand. She had to talk to him.
It was a good thing Mystic Falls wasn't a large town. A long drive would have just given her more time to think, to get worked up. And she was already starting to get angry at the gall. He had tried to compel her. To have her forget what he'd said. He couldn't do that!
The car came to a sudden halt outside the boarding house and Elena headed directly for the front door. It wasn't locked; there wasn't really a need with two vampires living inside. Unwilling to call out, not knowing if Stefan was there or not, Elena stalked forward. First stop the parlor. If he wasn't there, she'd try his bedroom.