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Elena was taken aback. Whatever she'd expected, it wasn't this. "I remind you of someone else you<br />
know?"<br />
"Of someone I knew," he said quietly. "But," he added slowly, as if puzzling something out for<br />
himself, "you're not like her, really. She looked like you, but she was fragile, delicate. Vulnerable.<br />
Inside as well as out."<br />
"And I'm not."<br />
He made a sound that would have been a laugh if there had been any humor in it. "No. You're a<br />
fighter. You are… yourself."<br />
Elena was silent for a moment. She could not keep hold of her anger, seeing the pain on his face.<br />
"You were very close to her?"<br />
"Yes."<br />
"What happened?"<br />
There was a long pause, so long that Elena thought he wasn't going to answer her. But at last he<br />
said, "She died."<br />
Elena let out a tremulous breath. The last of her anger folded up and disappeared from under her.<br />
"That must have hurt terribly," she said softly, thinking of the white Gilbert headstone among the rye<br />
grass. "I'm so sorry."<br />
He said nothing. His face had closed again, and he seemed to be looking far away at something,<br />
something terrible and heartbreaking that only he could see. But there was not just grief in his<br />
expression. Through the walls, through all his trembling control, she could see the tortured look of<br />
unbearable guilt and loneliness. A look so lost and haunted that she had moved to his side before she<br />
knew what she was doing.<br />
"Stefan," she whispered. He didn't seem to hear her; he seemed to be adrift in his own world of<br />
misery.<br />
She could not stop herself from laying a hand on his arm. "Stefan, I know how it can hurt – "<br />
"You can't know," he exploded, all his quietness erupting into white rage. He looked down at her<br />
hand as if just realizing it was there, as if infuriated at her effrontery in touching him. His green eyes<br />
were dilated and dark as he shook her hand off, flinging a hand up to bar her from touching him again<br />
–<br />
– and somehow, instead, he was holding her hand, his fingers tightly interlocked with hers, hanging<br />
on for dear life. He looked down at their locked hands in bewilderment. Then, slowly, his gaze<br />
moved from their clasping fingers to her face.<br />
"Elena…" he whispered.<br />
And then she saw it, the anguish shattering his gaze, as if he simply couldn't fight any longer. The<br />
defeat as the walls finally crumbled and she saw what was underneath.<br />
And then, helplessly, he bent his head down to her lips.<br />
"Wait – stop here," said Bonnie. "I thought I saw something."<br />
Matt's battered Ford slowed, edging toward the side of the road, where brambles and bushes grew<br />
thickly. Something white glimmered there, coming toward them.<br />
"Oh, my God," said Meredith. "It's Vickie Bennett."<br />
The girl stumbled into the path of the headlights and stood there, wavering, as Matt hit the brakes.<br />
Her light-brown hair was tangled and in disarray, and her eyes stared glassily out of a face that was