Damon sighed as he watched the love of his life walk out of his life. He should have known this relationship wouldn't last. He should have known.
He watched her get into the car. He watched her tuck her beautiful, silky hair behind her cute little ears. He watched her sigh, and turn the key to start the engine. And finally, he watched her put her sunglasses on and drive away, without once looking back at him. As he watched her, tears filled his eyes, and his heart started breaking.
Damn it!, Damon thought. Why did I let her get under my skin? Why did I have to fall in love with her? Why did I have to give my heart to the smart, beautiful, and wonderful Elena Gilbert?
Damon screamed out loud and ripped the door off of its hinges. He stomped into the house, snarling. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat by the fire. He just sat there waiting. Waiting. And waiting. And the funny thing was, he didn't even know what he was waiting for. He was just simply waiting.
Another funny thing was, he wasn't even losing her to Stefan. All of those years that Elena was a vampire, he thought that his biggest threat was Stefan. Stefan this. Stefan that. Blah blah blah. That's all he would hear about. He was SURE that he was going to lose his precious Elena to his idiot of a younger brother! But he was wrong.
His real problem all along had been Elijah! Elijah for Pete's sake! The whole entire time that Elijah had tried for Elena's affections Damon hadn't suspected a thing. He should have though. And he will always hate himself for letting her keep some of her life private from him.
He remembers how much she begged him to trust her, and to not read every text message Bonnie sent her ( she lost touch with Caroline after Caroline ran off with Klaus). She also begged him to let her leave the house without him. He was more hesitant with that request, as he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, but eventually he obliged.
Now he regretted all of it. All he wanted to do right now Is crawl into a deep dark hole and die. Or even better, strike Elijah with a silver dagger dipped in some super special wood. But he knew he wouldn't hurt him. Not while Elena loves him. The last thing Damon wants to do is break Elena's heart by killing her lover.
Wait, Damon thought, why the hell should I care whether her heart is broken or not? Whether she is sad or happy? She left me. And even worse, she left me without looking back. And frankly, without even saying goodbye.
His heart was aching. His muscles were tightened. And his head was throbbing. He didn't feel too good. No, he didn't feel good at all. He look down to see his glass empty. He gulped the rest down and refilled his glass, still not feeling too hot.
Damon heard his phone ring. And ring. And ring. He didn't even bother to pick the damn thing up. He wasn't in the mood to talk, or even listen to anyone.
They had called about 8 times before he finally picked up the phone. He decided that he might as well, seeing that the person would not give up.
"Not in the mood, Barbie." He said after looking at the caller ID and pressing the green button.
"Well, too fucking bad." Caroline said on the other end.
" what do you want, Blondie?" Damon asked, wanting to get to the point.
"I haven't been able to get In touch with Elena after all of these years. I've tried her old phone number, it was disconnected. So I've tried to track down either her phone number or yours. I met a vampire named Cassy and she gave me this number. I need to speak with Elena. Is she there now?"
"You know, you could have just started with those last two sentences, and not recite a monologue. And no, she isn't here now."
"Well, can you give me her number?"
"No."
"Why the hell not?"
"I don't have it! She changed her number so I wouldn't call her!"
"Oh."
"Is 'oh' the only thing you have to say about it? Or are you going to rub it in my face?"
"Are you guys having a fight?"
"No, she fucking dumped my ass!"
"Why?"
"She left me for Elijah."
"Oh. Well are you mad at her?"
Damon sighed. He thought about the question for a moment.
"No. I could never be mad at her."
"You're always going to love her, aren't you?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"Then there's always hope."
"Thanks, Caroline"
" wow, Damon, that's the first time you've ever really called me Caroline."
"Don't get used to it. Wait, why did you need to talk to Elena anyway?"
"Klaus and I are getting married! I just wanted to tell her."
"Congratulations. Good luck finding her number. Bye."
"Bye."
He hung up the phone feeling a lot less hopeless. He thought over her words. If you love her, then there's always hope. Damon wasn't ready to give up yet. It was time for him to win his girl back.