The Salvatore Diaries
Prologue
Author's note : I will be mixing it up a little. It is not word perfect ok?
DAMON'S P.O.V.
For the second time in my 145 years of existence, I heard Elena sharply verbally hate me. It was all my fault.
I had heard the faulter in her thoughts when I tried to kiss her. Her words rang in my ears drowning her present cries and sobs.
I tried to banish the guilt that overwhelmed me. What was this? Guilt? From Damon? I'm disgusted with you, Damon. How? This is supposed to come from STEFAN!
The one who keeps kittens for a midnight snack. Then wonders for the stupid kitten's family. God! Keep cool Damon, you've been through worse. I reminded myself repeatedly.
I was foolish to love Elena. It was as if Katherine or more appropriately The Little Bitch with a capital K (TLBK) was provoking me.
Elena was supposed to be my garage, my stopping point, my safe diary. 'No Damon! No! No! No! Don't you see? It will always be Stefan!' Just like TLBK.
And as I strode out of the miserably broken house I knew that I left an irreversible part of me with Elena. Stefan's Elena. Never to be mine....
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The Salvatore Diaries
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