Enough.

He couldn't take it anymore.
All the expectations, the questions…he was tired of it.
He didn't belong in the role, they were pushing him in…were she was pushing him in. He wasn't the hero of the story and he would never be the replacement of his brother.
He could never be what she wanted him to be.

Damon let out a frustrated groan as he poured himself a drink.
He completely lost it today.
He ran his hand through his velvet black hair , looking at the body that was lying on his couch.
Damon sighed as he pushed the man up so he was sitting straight, his head hanging limply on the side.
It was not like he was feeling guilty about what he did. If Alaric wasn't being such a pain, he didn't have to snap his neck.
Besides in a few hours, Alaric would wake up with only a headache as a reminder of his near death experience.
No…Damon Salvatore didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse towards Alaric. There was something else that was bothering him. He couldn't stop thinking about the look Elena gave him that night. He saw the pain in her eyes when Alaric's body sank to the ground and the hatred when she saw him fighting Caroline.
Damon couldn't stand it.
In the past, he cared less of what other people thought of him
But now….
She changed him.
She was slowly breaking him and she didn't even know it.
Damon shook his head and quickly gulped down his scotch. At that moment, he made a decision : Tomorrow morning before dawn he would leave Mystic Falls and finally try to forget about Elena, his brothers' girlfriend.

Damon was pacing around the Mansion, throwing some blood bags in his black leather bag. He was in a hurry, he wanted to leave before Alaric woke up.
He looked around the room one last time before he threw the house keys in Alaric's lap.
' Goodbye old memories' he whispered under his breath before he headed towards the door only to stop death in his tracks.
There she was standing before him, ready to knock on the door. By the look in her eyes, he could tell that she wasn't expecting him to be here.
" Damon…" Elena whispered softly.
" That's my name." He smirked a little but she didn't smile or laugh, she just looked at him without saying a word.
Minutes passed with only silence between them, Damon could feel the frustration growing inside him until he couldn't take the quiet any longer.
" What are you doing here ?" He asked rather harsh.
Elena was taken aback when she heard the coldness in his voice but she quickly composed herself.
" I…."
" Try to use full sentences, Elena" he said, rolling his eyes.
" Why are you doing that ?"
" Doing what ?"
" Why are you being so cruel to me ?" She murmured, looking straight into his ocean blue eyes.
" Me ? Being cruel to you ? " Damon hissed, rising his voice a little " Where have you been the past few days ? I've never been cruel to you…I fucking helped you with all your idiotic plans ! While you are nothing but ungrateful ! So don't you dare accuse me of something I'm not doing ! "
" I'm not ungrateful !"
" Yes, you are. Don't play all innocent with me !"
" Stop yelling at me !"
" Stop ordering me around, I'm not your puppet."
" What the hell Damon ! I never treated you as a puppet"
Damon closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. He wasn't in the mood for a new discussion with Elena, he just wanted to leave.
" What are you doing here, Elena"
" What ?" She asked, frowning with the sudden change of subject.
" You've heard me…Now give me an answer or leave."
He opened his eyes again, he could see her struggling to find the words, her cheeks were turning a little bit red and her lips were trembling. She was looking scared, vulnerable. Damon crossed her arms, fighting the urge to pull her against his chest.
" I'm waiting…."
" I…don't know why I'm here." Elena managed to say, her eyes turning to the ground.
" Right.." Damon nodded.
He heard enough. He grabbed his bag and pushed Elena aside. She winced when her back hit the wall but he didn't turn around to see if she was okay.
He opened the back door of his car and threw everything inside before he closed it again.
His new life without Elena would start now.
" Where are you going ?" Her voice pierced through his skin and with a sigh he turned around. She was still standing at the door, her back still against the wall.
" Away." He commented dryly before he turned his attention back to the car.
There was a moment of silence before she continued.
" When are you coming back ?" Damon could hear the change in Elena's voice.
" I'm not coming back." He said and opened the door.
" You can't leave." she whispered desperately, still loud enough for him to hear.
" There is nothing left for me here..So why would I stay."
" You can't leave." She repeated again.
" Give me one reason to stay." He sighed tiredly?
When she didn't respond, he smiled a little " I thought so." , and he stepped in his car.
Ready to leave her life forever.
" I need you !" Elena suddenly yelled, her heart was racing but she didn't care. " You can't leave because I need you !"
Damon didn't hesitate, with one swift movement he was standing before her, cupping her face with his hands.
" I can't be Stefan."
" I know." She sobbed, letting her tears run freely.
" But …why ?" he was confused, he didn't understand what changed.
" I'm so sorry Damon, I was stupid. You were right."
" Elena ?"
" The connection between us. I can feel it too. I tried to ignore it, to push it away but I can't anymore. I…I want you only you. I don't need anything else, only you. I love..-"
She didn't have the chance to finish her sentence when Damon pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately.
Damon could think of only one word when he held her close to him….perfection.
It felt like coming home.
He could still feel her tears against his skin and he gently pulled away to look at her.
" Why are you still crying ?" he whispered in her ear.
" Damon ?"
" Yes ?"
" You have to wake up now." She sobbed as she leaned her head against his chest.
" What do you mean…I am awake."
" Don't forget what I told you." She murmured before she kissed his lips once more.
Damon felt her pulling away from him, her body slowly disappearing.
" Elena, wait !"
But he knew it was too late.
" Remember that I love you, Damon" she smiled
And then she was gone.

It was still dark outside when Damon opened his eyes.
He pushed himself up and looked around the room before he let his head fall back against the pillows. It all felt so real…the kiss, her touch.
Of course it had to be a dream. She would never love him like he loved her.
A soft knock on his bedroom door brought him back to reality.
Reluctantly he stood up, preparing himself for Alaric's tirade and went to open the door.
" Elena ?"