And, wonder of wonders, the lady stopped pinning a sheet on the clothesline and looked up. "Yes, Elena dear?"
"Where's Stefan?"
The sheet billowed around Mrs. Flowers and made her disappear. When the billow straightened out, she was gone.
But Elena had her eyes on the laundry basket. It was still there. She shouted, "Don't go away!" and hastened to put on jeans and her new blue top. Then, hopping down the stairs as she buttoned, she burst out into the back garden.
"Mrs. Flowers!"
"Yes, Elena dear?"
Elena could just see her between billowing yards of white fabric. "Have you seen Stefan?"
"Not this morning, dear."
"Not atall ?"
"I get up with the dawn, regular. His car was gone then, and it hasn't come back."
Now Elena's heart was pounding in good earnest. She'd always been afraid of something like this. She took one deep breath and ran back up the staircase without pausing.
Note, note...
He'd never leave her without a note. And there was no note on his pillow. Then she thought ofher pillow.
Her hands scrabbled frantically under it, and then under his pillow. At first she didn't turn the pillows over, because she wanted so badly for the note to be there - and because she was so afraid of what it might say.
At last, when it was clear that there was nothing under those pillows but the bed sheet, she flipped them and stared at the empty white blankness for a long time. Then she pulled the bed away from the wall, in case the note had fallen down behind it.
Somehow she felt that if she just kept looking, she must find it. In the end she'd shaken out all the bedding and ended up staring at the white sheets again, accusingly, ever so often running her hands over them.
And that ought to be good, because it meant Stefan hadn'tgone somewhere - except that she'd left the closet door open and she could see, without even meaning to, a bunch of empty hangers.
He'd taken all his clothes.
And emptiness on the bottom of the closet.
He'd taken every pair of shoes.
Not that he had ever owned much. But everything that he needed to make a trip away was gone - and he was gone.
Why? Where? Howcould he?
Even if it turned out that he'd left in order to scout them out a new place to live, howcould he? He'd get the fight of his life when he came back -
- if he came back.
Chilled to the bone, aware that tears were running unmeant and almost unnoticed down her cheeks, she was about to call up Meredith and Bonnie when she thought of something.
Her diary.
Chapter 17
In the first days after she'd come back from the afterlife, Stefan had always put her to bed early, made sure she was warm, and then allowed her to work on his computer with her, writing a diary of sorts, with her thoughts on what had happened that day, always adding his impressions.
Now she called up the file desperately, and desperately scrolled to the end.
And there it was.
My dearest Elena,
I knew you would look here sooner or later. I hope it was sooner.
Darling, I believe that you're able to take care of yourself now, and I've never seen a stronger or more independent girl.
And that means it's time. Time for me to go. I can't stay any longer without turning you into a vampire again - something we both know can't happen.
Please forgive me. Please forget me. Oh, love, I don't want to go, but I have to.
If you need help, I've gotten Damon to give his word to protect you. He would never hurt you, and whatever mischief is going on in Fell's Church won't dare touch you with him around.
My darling, my angel, I'll always love you....
Stefan
P.S. To help you go on with your real life, I've left money to pay Mrs. Flowers for the room for the next year. Also, I've left you $20,000 in hundred-dollar bills under the second floorboard from the wall, across from the bed. Use it to build a new future, with whomever you choose.
Again, if you need anything, Damon will help you. Trust his judgement if you're in need of advice. Oh, lovely little love, how can I go? Even for your own sake?
Elena finished the letter.
And then she just sat there.
After all her hunting, she'd found the answer.
And she didn't know what to do now but scream.
If you need help go to Damon.... Trust Damon's judgment....It couldn't be a more blatant ad for Damon if Damon had written it himself.
And Stefan was gone. And his clothes were gone. And his boots were gone.
He'd left her.
Make a new life....
And that was how Bonnie and Meredith found her, alarmed by an hour-long bounce-back of their telephone calls. It was the first time they hadn't been able to get through to Stefan since he'd arrived, at their request, to slay a monster. But that monster was now dead, and Elena...
Elena was sitting in front of Stefan's closet.
"He even took his shoes," she said emotionlessly, softly. "He took everything. But he paid for the room for a year. And yesterday morning he bought me a Jaguar."
"Elena - "
"Don't you see?" Elena cried. "Thisis my Awakening. Bonnie predicted that it would be sharp and sudden and that I would need both of you. And Matt?"
"He wasn't mentioned by name," Bonnie said gloomily.
"But I think we'll need his help," Meredith said grimly.
"When Stefan and I were first together - beforeI became a vampire - I always knew," Elena whispered, "that there would come a time when he would try to leave me for my own good." Suddenly she hit the floor with her fist, hard enough to hurt herself. "I knew, but I thought I would be there to talk him out of it! He's so noble - so self-sacrificing! And now - he'sgone ."