"Elena -he thought-, you lied me." It was the only thing on which she had insisted, the only thing that had always promised him. "Happen what happen, Stefan, I will be with you. Tell me that you believe it." And he had answered her, impotent under her charm: "Elena, I believe it. Happen what happen, we will be together." But she had left him. Perhaps not by choice, but what importance had finally it? She had left him and had gone away.