Elena was too comfortable under her quilt to get up; after all, it had been a long day at Court let alone all the mental hassles of a divorce. Stefan wanted to take her out on a movie date but all she wanted was to come home and have a proper sleep which she was missing on since past two weeks. It was getting colder than usual but there was something about her surrounding which forced her to leave her comfortable bed.

Throwing a warm garment loosely on her shoulder, she already was clattering her teeth rubbing her frozen fingers together. It was eight in the clock but the night was much much darker than it already should have been. A loud gasp escaped her mouth as she opened the door to living room to see the well furnished wooden house becoming just a mess. The weather reporter wasn't wrong about predicting a blizzard but what he missed was that this blizzard was going much stronger.

She cursed herself for letting Mrs.Ellie, their house staff leave early for she didn't want anyone to disturb her most passionately needed Elena-time. And now when she was looking everywhere around, all she saw was snowflakes flowing in through every open window, soaking slippery floor and the sound of the horrid wind dangling the curtains up till the ceiling.

Blizzard and Kansas were almost synonymous to a girl who grew up all her life in here but still, every time it snowed, Elena hated her life choices more than anything. She ran from one corner to another trying to shut the huge windows as early as possible and the more she hated for arguing with Damon for getting an enormous house. Her skin burned every time the murderous wind touched her body and she felt like losing a layer of skin each time. Her cheeks immediately went all red with every cell in her body shivering and begging her to go back under the quilt but she could hardly allow letting the snow cover her house.

Once while her shaking fingers were pulling one half of the window closer, she squeezed her eyes not anticipating the ferocity of the wind and how the lightning from the sky blinded her. Outside rages of blizzard were so strong that the familiar sight of streets by her house almost got erased. There was nothing friendly about the snow outside; it fell thick enough to blind any traveller by foot or vehicle. The gale whipped each flake hurting every inch of unguarded skin on her body. She peeked at the sky and all she could see was heavy swirling of silver crystals in wrath.

Just as she was about to run to the last window and save herself from the torture, her slipper skidded and she definitely would have fallen and broken a bone or two had she not clutched the thick curtain leaving an ear piercing shriek in the hollowness of the house which once used to be filled with laughters and colours. For a moment even though she steadied herself, she was too caught up in the trance to rejoice her safety.

Just as the power got cut, she looked up at the heaven to sigh. Her open hair for sure was covered with tiny flakes as if they were beautified with hundreds of cottons by some professional but her major focus was to drag the little emergency light from the drawer by the window that would cast a little hint of yellowishness to the dark, damp house. The little glow from the light as it switched on put a beam into her eyes as they lit up along and she couldn't feel anymore ecstatic because of the little warmth the light offered her when she pressed her palms around its glass body. Elena could use a little warmth in her life.

She knew she would slip into flu any closer moment if she doesn't get rid of the cold air and that window but before she could walk any faster with her limbs acting already numb, her heart dropped to her stomach watching the flowing curtain knock a photo frame down to the floor. Her brows knitted in a narrow line as she knelt down resting the light beside her on the floor and her fingers put aside the broken glass pieces. Elena thought she was over all these feelings considering all that happened between Damon and her but seeing the frame lying broken before her eyes kind of reminded of her broken marriage.

It was the only decent photo Damon and she had taken on the farewell night of their high school. By the end of the night, he was too drunk to even stand properly but the memory their stupid smiling faces in the photo brought her wasn't pleasant; rather a scar. She let her fingers roam on the shattered glass pieces as if she wanted to touch the most special night of both of their lives, or at least hers.

The tree decorated with string lights under which they stood holding each other in the Dirty Dancing pose was the very first picture they snapped immediately after exchanging vows. Elena was little shy to pull it off before an ocean of guests although it was her idea since the moment the wedding proposal was made by her long term boyfriend. But, Damon being Damon could hardly give a care to the world if it meant fulfilling the dream of his girl. He loved each and everything about her and was not skeptic even for a second to show it before the world although he was the one who kept laughing at her when they both were tired of making endless love throughout the night. Elena recalled how her head was on his heart when their naked bodies were half covered in a single sheet and whilst her husband was playing with her fingers, he just couldn't help chortling thinking of a lady in a bridal attire doing such pose. In Elena's defence, she remembered giving him a slap or two on his chest. Life was beautiful for them when it was irrational, wild and free until the time it was dead.

Elena rested the photo frame back on the table thinking what a power couple they used to be and looking at the stranger now she shared the house with, she could hardly see her lover in him. Memories might have faded but they troubled just as much. Clutching her elbows tight, she moved to the window trying to close it when she focused on a car halting outside the house. The weather got a little better so Elena could clearly see the two figures stepping out of it having smile twice as wide as eternity.

Taylor was protected from the cold by Damon's coat as she placed her hand on his cheek. He smiled opening the gate to Taylor's apartment, bang opposite to their's. Tragedy.

Taylor smiled waving before Damon turned around ruffling his wet hair but the moment he noticed a lean shadow of his wife by the window on the second floor, he had to turn around to hug Taylor taking her on a major surprise.

His wife shut the window with a force feeling an irritation run through her veins. She didn't care. She shouldn't care. That's what she kept repeating to herself.

Well, Damon hated all those times he had to ask Elena for a favour and had it not been the Court's order tying his hands, he surely would've spent the night at Taylor's but now, he had no other option than cursing himself under his breath. How could he be so irresponsible to have forgotten the house keys? Which meant now he would've to knock on the door and stay at his own house at her mercy.

Stupefied would be an understatement to describe her emotions when she heard him knocking hard on the door. Elena couldn't recollect the last time Damon would enter the house like a normal husband but finding his set of keys lying untouched on the little bowl served her the clarification which was why she decided to open the damn door and get done with it. A simple act now which required so much thinking. Funny.

A gust of wind flew her hair away as she opened the door and Damon paused for a moment to notice the yellowish tint on her face as she held the emergency light closer which radiated the heat his shivering body was in search of. He forgot the last time he noticed her face so patiently but he also reminded himself that he had nothing more left to do with her and her alluring beauty. Thus, pushing his way past her, he entered leaving his wife behind to close the door.

She wanted to not create a scene but when the foreign ladies' perfume lingering on her husband's clothes danced on her nostrils, she broke the vow she made to herself.

"So, you started to bring the dirt into the house now even!" Elena remarked closing the door. Damon stopped in his tracks sighing at the ceiling thinking she was back again jabbering about how he should leave the shoes outside and not ruin the floor considering how big of a fan she always had been of a spotless house. Little did he know, she hardly referred to the dirt his shoes carried.

"God.." he rubbed his face "Can you remember the last time you didn't pick up a fight?" She gulped slightly looking around.

"Fine. Do as you please." Walking past him throwing a glare just as she was about to establish her attitude, her slipper slipped for the second time that night and she surely would've to run to the hospital under such natural hazard had Damon not held her immediately.

She was leaning towards his chest clutching his collars and his hands around her waist as her face rested in the crook of his neck. For a moment everything else was muted. She realised maybe even for few seconds, how much she missed his touch as her eyes locked with his. In the chaos of their lives, he remembered how they promised one another to be the constant and how he missed holding her too but just as the storm cleared, they had to let one another go because they weren't holding each other down rather holding them back for nothingness.

She steadied himself clearing her throat awkwardly as he too looked away straightening his clothes. But worry kept crawling in his mind as he saw her limping back to her room which used to be their bedroom. Damon wanted to stop her just for once and enquire if it was paining her but he stood there tongue-tied watching her leave taking the yellow light along with her leaving him behind in the darkness just like the theory of their lives. Ironic.

Shutting the door behind him, he punched the wall with force immediately biting his bottom lip to suppress the turmoil. Part of him hated himself for not running after her when he could see she was in pain but he just couldn't make a fool out of himself before her. He couldn't believe that he still was the same asshole who cared about her. Chucking everything else, he pulled out a fresh towel out of his cupboard wrapping it around his neck to have a warm shower.

Drying himself before wearing something warm, he stood by the glass window in his room watching the benumbed roads from climate's sharp blows, mutely. The voice of Elena's fading humming was reaching his ears which once was the key to his peace and now, it barely touched the soft spot under the hard shell protecting his heart. There were moments when his heartbeats used to be loud enough with her music that the hunting voices echoing inside his mind fell silent when the constellations that haunted his every move fell still when her arms wrapped around him and all he could do was breath her in this bruised heart of his. It was like she called and he echoed needing her with him even if it was just her essence. But now, he spends nights talking to the stars hoping that there's a satellite that could carry his hurt away.

As the music was blending with the quietness of the tortured night, even without his control, his index finger wrote a name on the vapour which he believed to himself have erased from his heart forever. Elena.

The night felt dreamy stitched only with nightmares.