Eternal Love// Delena♡

Chapter 13

Damon's POV

Elena has been dead for 3 years. I pathetically spend my wasteful time crying in my bed. I haven't showed my face.

Everyone has tried "fixing" me, but I can't be fixed, it hurts so bad. I can't get over her. I'm trying so hard to not turn my humanity off.

But I'm trying, I'm using my only source of strength to not turn my humanity off.

Elena would've wanted me to get over her and be happy, not to be a murderer. If I'm not bawling my eyes out I'm screaming if anger.

I sometimes plot death on whoever murdered Elena. All I know is that I can't stop thinking about her and I don't how much of this pain I can handle.

Stefan's POV

Dear diary
I thought that by now Damon would be over Elena. He must've really loved her. It's been 3 years, he's delusional of everything surrounding him.

No one can help him. Dreaded Bonnie is trying to find a spell to lift Elena from the dead. So far she's found nothing.

Though Damon's room is full of sadness and dread, the rest of the Salvatore mansion is going well.

Caroline moved in with the twins they have been living here for 2 years. Can you believe the twins are nearly 11?

Anyway I just hope Elena can come back we all miss her, it hasn't been the same. I sigh as I slam my diary in the dusty granite of the kitchen. I feel a slight nudge on my back.

I turn around and smile. Caroline plants a slight peck in my cheek.

"So I'm thinking grilled cheese?"

"Not again" I groan.

"Wait when did we eat grilled cheese, I swear-" Caroline starts, I stand up and wrap my arms around her waist I place my mouse dangerously close to her ear

"I'm messing with you calm yourself"

I whisper. She smiles and lets out a sigh. Suddenly the door opens. In come the twins and Bonnie.

"Hey"

I smile. "Bonnie taught me how to properly set a fire" Josie perkily shouts Caroline looks at Bonnie with a surprised facial expression.

"No fires on my watch" I say as I start tickling both Lizzie and Josie.

Bonnie's POV

After another lesson with the girls I drop them off at the Salvatore mansion, where they have been living for the past 2 years.

As Stefan starts playing around with the twins I go over to Caroline.

"How's Damon?"

I ask, Caroline's expression suddenly changes into a furrow. She sighs

"Not too good"

she answers. She waves her hand, gesturing for me to follow her. She leads me into the main hallway upstairs and slightly knocks at the door.

"Hey Damon, Bonnie's here"

Caroline chirps with an overly positive tone. I slightly smile as I hear a grunt.

"Damon?"

Caroline asks. I place my hand on the door handle when Caroline stops me "What the hell are you doing?" she asks.

"I want to talk to Damon" I say with a bold tone, as I slightly push her to the side.

"He's not emotionally stable though Bon, what if he hurts you; you can't heal, I can't assure your safety inside there" Caroline argues.

I throw a glance of shade towards her "I think I can handle myself, have you forgotten that I'm a powerful Salem witch?" I state.

"Bon I know, it's just it's been a few years, you're not 17 anymore you're almost 22" Caroline replies. Her words bring a sting to my eyes.

Lately it's been hard to except that all my friends are still 17 and I'm aging. I will one day die with old, wrinkly skin. And at my funeral they will still have glowing skin.

A tear leaves my eye as I open the door. I quickly shit it behind me and wipe the tear.

I hear Caroline yelling through the door "Bon I'm sorry you know that's not what I meant".

I take a big breath and walk over to Damon's bed. His room is dark and has bad vibes.

I walk over to where he lays. I him sleep, on the floor lay empty bags of hospital blood. Next to his face is a puddle of tears.

His state and condition makes me start hysterically crying. I sit on the bed next to his feet and throw my face into hands.

I feel a nudge at my hip. I sniff and wipe my wet face. "Bonnie" Damon croaks. He sounds as if he hasn't talked to anyone in years.

"Damon"

I smile. I nearly jump up and I hug him so tight I feel his lack of circulation. I let go and just hold onto his hands.

"You've gotten- what's the word, old"

He's jokes, "oh shut up" I say as I punch his arm. "How are you holding up" I ask.

"Is she ever going to come back"

He say as if his tears were coming back. "Yes" I assure. I wasn't really sure but all I knew was that I happy and that Damon was going to be happy again.