I just had to get the hell out of there. Call me a coward. My legs just started moving, fast, leading me somewhere. People stared at me confused but I ran.
That's how I found myself in the middle of a forest. I leaned against a tree, the branches tickling my sides. I couldn't think straight.
And then the tears started and I couldn't control it, like if I was a crazy man. And they just fell and fell. I could taste the salty water on my lips and I froze. Why was I crying?
Why was I crying when I could be there trying to figure this whole thing out? I couldn't even answer myself. I felt numb. So if I felt numb why was I fucking crying? I didn't have an answer for that too.
She's gone. My love, my life, my everything is just gone and I don't know what to do about it. I can't get myself to feel angry.
I feel broken.
Laying my head on the tree I let out a loud yell, shaking my head uncontrollably, the tears furiously falling from my face. It all hit me, memories of her laughing, the stupid jokes she would make about my smirk, the cute vampire fangs she did on our pancakes. And fuck. It's all over now. All fucking over.
I shout again and again, the loudest I can as if shouting would make everything better, I know it won't, but I don't stop.
And I don't know for how much time I keep screaming like that but as I look up, the sun is long gone, feeling little raindrops on me, I get up.
The rain continues and it gets heavier. I stand there in the middle of the forest, looking up at the stars remembering the day we promised ourselves the moment would last forever. It wasn't just the moment though, it was a promise we would always be together, a promise I would be there to protect her for all costs and from all things, and failed.
I can't stay here much longer. Too many memories. Doesn't matter though, everywhere I go, they will haunt me.
It doesn't matter if it was her smile, her cute little dimples, the facial expression she would do when confused. Everything will haunt me, every single thing.
The rain doesn't stop and I think it becomes rather poetic. In the eyes of a stranger, they would just see a heartbroken man. And they would be right.
Who was Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A monster? A bad brother? No. Just a broken man.
"Damon?" the voice of another broken man comes out of nothing.
I don't answer.
"Hey." It's Alaric and it hits me. I am a fucking selfish coward. The man just lost his wife and children and here he's looking out for me.
"Ric."
And then he hugs me and I let him because I need it.
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I know. I'm so sorry this is so poorly written and so short. So this chapter was just showing how devastated Damon is by losing Elena.. I know, I know, kill me. It took like 8 months? I don't know? For me to post this because now I've my summer break and don't have to stress about tests and all of that school shit. ;) I apologize again for this trash I just wrote but I felt like writing something and I'm sorry if it's too depressing... Writing for me is literally me venting so thanks for reading and love y'all
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