Falling Slowly (Final Damon Salvatore)

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning to find Damon still in bed. I wasn't sure if he was awake or not, sometimes he just laid there with his eyes closed. I rubbed my eyes, they were red and puffy from crying myself to sleep.

I swung my legs over the end of the bed and walked into the bathroom.

I gabbed a washcloth and made it damp with cold water, and went back to the bedroom and pressed it to my eyes. I felt my face instantly become cool. I could hear Damon moving around in bed, but I tried not to care enough to check what he was doing.

He started to speak in a soft voice. "Maybe a divorce is too hasty." He paused. "What if we just...  spent some time apart?"

I lifted up my washcloth and looked at him. "And do what?" I tried to sound less judgmental of his idea than I really was.

"Just explore. Travel. Stay at home, whatever." He sighed and turned to me. "And when we miss each other, if we do, then we will find a place to meet."

I slid the washcloth off and looked at him. I hardly felt very happy when I was around him anymore. And I imagined he felt the same towards me.

"Alright. Let's do that." I had surprisingly enough thought it sounded like a good idea. And since I was a vampire now, I wasn't afraid to do things alone and be worried if I would die or not.

"I'll leave you with a couple of credit cards. If you run out if money, just text me." I nodded in reply. "I'll leave today."

I nodded again, my heart sinking a little, knowing that it had come to this. I couldn't tell my mother. At least not right away. I would be lectured, I'm sure.

I looked as Damon went into his closet, and packed a bag for himself. There wasn't much to it. Just a few articles of clothing and shoes. "This happens to Stefan and me sometimes. And after a while, we can stand each other again."

I nodded my head. He zipped up the bag and walked over to the dresser and pulled out a few cards from his wallet.

"These are yours." He placed them on the table next to me, pausing. I could feel his eyes on me for a moment, but I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze. "I'll see you around." And the next thing I knew, he was gone.

I felt my heart rip in two and my body curled into itself. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried into them. The sobs tore through me. I hated that we actually went through with this. Damon more so than me. Shaking, it had suddenly occurred to me that this was my first real heartbreak. Sure, there were those breakup's in junior high, but those hardly counted. I had never been left before. I had never been inadequate for someone before. I had never felt so lost and confused in my life.

I tried to slow my breathing down and to take deep breaths, and it was slowly working. I needed to think rationally. I had to calm down and figure out what I was going to do; I needed a game plan.

In order to distract myself from thinking too deeply about what I was doing, I made the bed and went down into the garage to grab some blood and warmed it up. I sat at the counter, sipping at my cup.

I grabbed my phone and dialed my grandparents quickly. The conversation was fast. My grandparents just wanted to know how things were, what I was doing, if I had a good summer, all normal things. I felt better after talking to them, even though I still didn't know what to do.

I contemplated just staying at home until everything blew over, but I wasn't sure that was the best idea. I knew I would just mope around and be angry and sad most of the time. So I decided that idea wasn't the best one for me.

I decided I should leave. But where to? I wanted to leave the country. I wanted to get far away, and not think about anything else. Maybe I would visit Sara and Stefan. Or maybe not. Damon could be there at some point.

I settled on going upstairs and to pack. I'd pack first and then I'd figure it out. I went into the room and grabbed handfuls of clothes, and underwear and makeup and hair products and shoes. Who knew what I would need, or where I would be going.

I got dressed shortly after my jumbled bag was closed and did my hair. I tried to think of everything I could to make sure I had my life ready for me to abandon it.

I called and had my mail forwarded to my mother's address. I called and told my mom that Damon and I were going on a trip, and might not hear much from me. And I called a girl I knew to come and clean the house once a week and to make sure it hadn't burnt up yet, and then I made out a check to her and would mail it on my way out of town. It all felt very mechanic and systematic.

I sighed and grabbed my bag and packed it into my car. I grabbed my purse and shoved my phone charger, passport and my wallet with credit cards in it. I picked up my key, and locked up the house and grabbed the spare to mail along with the check to the housekeeper.

I walked out to my car, started the engine, and drove as fast as I could into the city. I stopped at the airport and compelled the parking person to just give me a parking pass for as long as I needed one.

I parked and grabbed my bag, making sure to lock my car and put my keys in my purse. The first thing I did was find the first flight out of the country. To Ireland it was. I went up and bought my ticket, and checked in my bag and flew through security. I only had an hour to make it to my terminal, and I managed to be there with fifteen minutes left. The flight was an obnoxious amount of hours, and I had made sure to buy first class tickets.

We began to board, and I had to calm my heart. What was I even thinking? It didn't even feel like real life. But I knew it was.

I sat down, and adjusted my seatbelt and managed to get as comfortable as I could while I waited for us to take off. At the last minute, I had managed to pack a blood bag in my purse and compel security guards that it was okay. I knew I wouldn't last the seventeen plus hours without wanting to rip someone's throat out.

I managed to space out the entire time we were taking off; it was the part that I hated the most.

And then I had the rest of my time to do nothing. Nothing but think, and regret...