It's been so long since we kissed. Since I felt his hand in my hair. I savored every moment, knowing this would have to stop. I remember what happened when I tried to let go, and I don't want that to happen again.
"Damon stop." I whisper, pushing him away from me. He looks so handsome, his blue eyes, now a shade darker. "We need to talk." I say, looking away, afraid I may do something wrong again.
"About what?" He asks, looking away as if nothing happened.
"About your daughter." I mutter softly.He turns his head, and right now, he looks as if he's going to cry.
"What about her?"
"Anything.I saw her grave stone today, and Stefan-" I recall my conversation with Stefan today. He lied to me. How could he do that? He knew how much Damon meant to me, and still chose to hide the fact that he had daughter. Most importantly, that she died.
"Damon, why didn't you tell me?" I ask softly, walking over to him.
"Elena, after all that happened, I thought it was better if we wouldn't talk to each other." He says numbly.
"Damon you know I would understand, I mean she was your daughter after all. You loved her and your wife."
"No, I didn't." He says.
"What?" My eyes widen.
"I didn't love her at first, I used her as a distraction from you, but then she told me to marry her, she knew I was in pain, and I agreed. We got married and I started feeling something for her. She was really sweet to me, and she knew that she could never take your place in my life, so she asked me if we could have a child. I hesitated at first, but then agreed. We had a beautiful baby girl a year after that. For once, we were happy.
I wanted to name her Marie, and Stefanie understood why. Everything went fine, until one day, they had an accident. Stefan found out and supported me. Even came to the funeral. We agreed to keep you out of this, and yet, here you are, standing in front of me, as beautiful as you always were, and still married to my brother." He says the last word as if he hates it.
I can't help but cry, he's been through so much, and I didn't even know. I wish I was there at the funeral with him, I would hold him and tell him that everything would be okay.
All of these secrets, memories, take me back to where it all began, to the time I committed a sin. To 5 years ago, when I just got engaged go Stefan.
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RomanceShe thought she could live without him. He thought he could let her go. But fate made them realise that didn't live, they just existed. Little did they know that was going to change...
