The Vampire Diaries Imagines

Washing Machine Heart-Damon Salvatore

You weren't sure when the rose-stained glasses that you used to look Damon through had come off. You used to always see his good side, the side that cared for his friends, and you when everyone deemed him irredeemable. Sure you weren't blind to what he had done, you knew his temper, his self-hatred, and his complicated relationship with his brother and your friend that looked so alike to the woman that he had loved in the past. Even so, you tried to be there for him, always believed in him even when he made it difficult for you to do so.

Yet lately, instead of feeling the fluttery butterflies in your stomach whenever he did something romantic for you, it seemed to become more difficult for you to breathe around him. Each date left you wondering when you started finding Damon's presence unbearable. Today's date was no exception. The knife scraping the plate, as you cut another bite of a delicious steak that you couldn't seem to taste, accompanied Damon's voice as he reminisced of the great sixties. Yet you couldn't hear them over the sound of your own heart beating.

"What's wrong, Chatty Cathy?" Damon questioned. "You haven't talked in a while. Is the steak so good, it left you speechless? Then the dessert I have made for later will..."

"I want us to break up." You interrupted, and you wanted to winch at the harshness of your words, but all you could manage is stare at the man in front of you.

"Well, that is certainly a way to start a conversation!" He smiled sarcastically, the cutlery clinking as he set them down. "May I ask how you came to this decision?"

"I think that this is the best for both of us." You answered simply, not daring to look away from him.

"How would breaking up be the best for us?" If he was angry, he did his best to conceal it. His tone remained almost impassive, yet his eyes betrayed his thoughts. "Is it about the kiss with Elena?"

You refused to answer. You wouldn't let him turn this as simple jealousy fit, that he could soothe and you could forget it afterward. This was more than that, no matter how much he wished to deny it.

"Because in case you were forgetting that, I was dying." Damon insisted when he was met with your silence. "It didn't mean anything."

The inside of your cheeks hurt when you bit them, the anger inside of you burning and your blood inside of you boiling. Still, you didn't let it get the best of you. "We both know that this isn't true, Damon." You reasoned, wishing that he would face the truth sooner than later. "And it isn't fair for both to keep denying what is right in front of us."

"What is fair?" Damon argued the irritation in his voice was evident. "Is it fair for us to break up for something that happened months ago when I was not in the right state of mind?"

"No, it isn't fair to break over that." You conceded. "But it isn't fair for us to together either. Not when I am not the one you are in love with."

Damon looked like he wanted to refute it, but no sound left his mouth after he opened it. "I love you, Damon. But being with you, makes me suffocate."

Was Damon being silent to just listen to you the way you wanted this to go? Or perhaps you wanted him to fight and claim with all his heart that you were the one he loved, despite knowing that those were lies. You weren't sure. Either option seemed to hurt you all the same.

"So I want us to break up." You concluded. " Because I hate the fact that I know who you pretend I am when you are with me. And I don't want to hate you too."

"So we are breaking up." He looked hurt at the realization, and it took all the power in you to keep your tears at bay.

"Yes, we are." The words felt sticky in your mouth as if they never wanted to come out. Getting closer to Damon never seemed more difficult, but you managed to stand up to hug him.

"You know that I never wanted to hurt you, right?" You felt his breath on his neck as he spoke. A nod was the only response he received, not trusting your voice.

"I know you care about me." You assured him after a moment. "I want you to be happy, alright?"

"You would have a better chance of asking me to go to the moon." He let out and you couldn't help but let a weak chuckle.

"Don't be a dick, I am trying to have a melodramatic exit!" You pushed him away from the embrace, as you walked away. "But I mean it. I want you to be happy."

"Goodbye, Damon. I will be seeing you around." The door closed just in time for the tears to flow down your face.

Hello guys, I hope you are having a great day! I know I haven't written here for a long time, but after listening to Mitski's "Washing Machine Heart" I wanted to write a breakup scene, so bad. I am a bit out of practice, but I hope you liked it. If you did, please vote, comment, or feel free to leave me a request.