Ian Somerhalder + Damon Salvatore {Imagines}

I Will Always Choose You

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The Beginning 

(Y/n) looked up from her book and up towards the sky; it was starting to rain. She closed it and shoved it into her backpack, along with everything else that was in it. She didn't have a coat, and naturally, she didn't care to be sat outside in the same spot whilst it rained heavily. So, she stood up and crossed her arms after placing her backpack on her back, and began walking through the town square of Mystic Falls. This was the next town over her home town. The one that she had decided to leave behind for good. She faintly knew her way around the town, she would sometimes spend the day here with her friends before things got complicated. Because of how heavy the rain was, everyone had run inside in order to get out of the rain, likely to grab a warm drink but (Y/n) didn't really have that option. She possessed no money whatsoever, only the contents of her backpack, however, that only consisted of a few items of clothing and a few books. She shoved as much as she could into it before she ran out of what was once her home, desperate to get away from it all. All she had ever known her entire life was pain and anger, the familiar sounds of her parents yelling at her for not being good enough, for not being like her older sister Melissa; the perfect child. Them criticising every small thing that she did, every time she didn't get an A in class. These were things that she knew too well. It upset her to think of all the times that she'd rushed home to tell them something, but they had shut her down or made her shut up because Melissa had something more important to say; usually that she was engaged to a new guy. Her whole life (Y/n) had been completely alone and therefore was desperate to get away from it all.

That is what she had finally managed to do; escape. Her parents had started fighting about (Y/n)'s school report, and (Y/n) knew that it wouldn't be long until they took it out on her, reminding her that she was nothing like Melissa, and she knew that she just couldn't live that way anymore. As the fight got more intense, was pushed over the edge and packed her things before leaving without a word to either of her parents. What hurt the most is that it would probably be days before either of them or her sister, noticed that she was missing, maybe even more, although it wouldn't have surprised her if they never noticed at all. Even she and her friends had grown distant; they were all living their own lives now, and (Y/n)wasn't one to ruin that for any of them.

The rain grew heavier as she walked through the town. She wasn't sure where she was going, so she allowed her feet to take her to the next destination. (Y/n) moved a strand of wet hair from her face as she walked past the numerous coffee shops and diners, gazing inside as they were bustled with people all cosy and warm, sipping their coffees, and eating their food. (Y/n) wondered if anyone would notice her walking past, outside in the pouring rain, shivering due to a lack of a coat or jacket but as she suspected, nobody looked up or offered her a warm drink; so she continued to walk. She wondered what she had done wrong, or who she'd pissed off in a past life, to deserve the one that she had now. She was too busy wondering, and trying to get the wet hair from her eyes to see that she was about to walk into someone; and little did she know the impact that this person would have in the long run.

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Damon Salvatore, one of the most mysterious men in the entirety of Mystic Falls, walked down the street and back towards his house; the Salvatore Mansion. He was wearing his usual black leather jacket and a pair of jeans matched with a loose shirt; his usual attire. He gave a small smile and he looked around the empty street. Empty. Just the way that he liked it. He couldn't help but think that his hating people was ironic because, technically, he needed them to survive. He ran his hand through his now wet, slicked back, jet black hair. Part of him wished that it rained more often, that way he wouldn't have to deal with people every day. He could emphasise how much he truly hated people. Again, ironic.