We've Past the Point of No Return 4x15 POV

They were beyond the point of no return just like Elena, Damon didn't give any backward glances towards the house that was being completely consumed by the flames. He remained in sync with her, in complete step as they all headed towards his blue camaro Stefan slightly lagging behind being the only one who was actually taking one last look at the house trying to put to memory every moment he had spent there.

Damon didn't need to look back at the house to recall every moment because they were already encoded in his brain, and truth be told he didn't have the strength to, everything about that house held memories that he considered worthy of taking, in that house Elena and his relationship had grown from her trying to slam the door in his face after Stefan revealing they were Vampire's to her swinging the front door open with a look of relief on her expression as he crossed into the threshold.

Elena and Damon's first kiss had been shared on that porch, technically their first kiss had been initiated by him in her bedroom, but that had been because he was vulnerable and looking for comfort because Katherine the Bitch Pierce had broken his heart, speaking of Katherine he found it somewhat ironic that once again his first kiss he thought he had with Elena had been on that porch, but instead only later finding out it had been Katherine pulling quite the trick on him. That night as Katherine kissed him back with him thinking her to be Elena he had reveled in the kiss, the touch of her lips and he had deemed it his best kiss had but the night that he actually took the leap and kissed Elena and had her actually kiss him back, no words could come close to explaining how beautiful that kiss had been and how she had caused Damon's dead heart to resurrect itself.

If any part of the house had brought them closer together it was her bedroom, and they hadn't even had sex there yet he cherished that room more than anything. There was nothing more that he enjoyed then doing surprise sneak attacks, sprawling himself out on her bed, all cat like with Sir Ted perched on his chest. Damon would never confess it to anyone, but any time he was waiting for her to get home he'd confess his biggest secrets to that Teddy Bear mostly dealing with his conflicted and broken feelings for Elena, since he had been his new confession buddy he had decided it was only fitting for him to have an actual name rather than being labeled as a simple cliché Teddy Bear, and now that Bear was gone perched on the bed as the fire most likely swallowed it whole you've got to be kidding mehe thinks to himself fighting back his emotions I'm getting all Stefan like over a damn beargrabbing the passenger door handle as he opens it up, pushing forward the seat so that Stefan can climb in, setting it back to its regular setting he waits for Elena to get inside before closing the door. Walking around the car his gaze remains trained on the ground not chancing a glance straight ahead, reaching for the handle of the door he opens it, sliding inside his gaze flicking over to Elena for a brief moment before locking eyes with his brother in the rearview mirror I'm going to get hell for thishe thinks to himself inserting the key into the ignition, the car roaring to life as he presses onto the gas pedal urging his car forward and without even daring to look speeds off wanting to leave the house behind them.

Enhanced hearing picks up on the sound of sirens coming in the opposite direction making Damon wonder how far the fire had progressed. It had started in the living room, the living room where he had played and kicked Jeremy Gilbert's ass in a racing game actually enjoying a moment of normalcy. Most likely the kitchen had been destroyed the place where he had sometimes made impromptu over the summer appearances cooking an actual meal for the Gilbert clan and putting a pause on the hell known as their life, the place where Alaric and Damon after Jeremy and Elena were sleeping soundly would open a bottle of bourbon and take part in deep conversations, opening up about being the worst guardian, the worst brother and loving someone to the point of it consuming you. That kitchen table had been sharing time for the both of them, and when it came to the point of Damon knowing his buddy was close to passing out he'd tell his ass to get to bed, cleaning everything up because he was a damn neat freak, washing dishes and then making his exit which usually consisted of him returning the next morning with breakfast in hand, because he had vowed to himself even with his little brother's absence he was going to make sure they continued to live. Hands grip his steering wheel thinking of his fallen friend causing him to close his eyes for a moment before opening them, keeping his gaze straight on the road refusing to show any signs of emotion.