"Damon, you need to move on." Stefan said to me.
I didn't know why he was so concerned about my personal life. He was sitting just opposite of me on the couch in our mansion. What I saw in his eyes at that time was a real concern a brother was showing towards his brother.
"Brother, just haul yourself up and get back to your blondie." I still tried to ask him to know why was he being a noble brother and in these things, it felt a little weird. "I am perfectly fine. You don't need to worry about me."
Actually, I didn't want him to leave without answering. If he'd have done like that, then I'd have snapped his neck. He was not like me and that was the reason why he didn't leave without answering.
Stefan said, "Just keep on pretending, but I know, deep inside you also want someone in your life. One more thing, I was always concerned about you but I didn't want to disturb you and your precious life full of bourbon. Damon, listen to me, I always wanted to make this town safe and from now on I don't want any single death in Mystic Falls."
I just gave him a surprised look like I was completely innocent. The truth was that I was the only reason for all these recent deaths. Stefan stood up and then vanished out of sight. Perhaps, he took my advice to go and meet his girl.
I got myself comfortable on the couch. Hours passed by. Only one was question running around my head. Was I really happy with this monstrous life? Maybe I could date one or two to test my luck. I always felt lighter when I used to be with Elena. Was this wait for Elena Gilbert by Damon Salvatore getting far beyond its limits. My head was not being able to take it any more. I wanted to shout, break stuff and do other things I usually do when I get on full on angry mode.
After laying down for almost 5 years. I got up. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to go out, scour the place and find a new date. Not by compelling her, of course. I started walking but someone stood in front of me.
She looked like a bride. She was dressed up in a pretty white dress. She was gasping very fast. I could hear her. She was looking in a hurry to do something. When I looked at her face, I knew that I had known her from before, but instead of processing her name, my brain stopped there.
My eyes saw her blue eyes which were searching for something. She looked so beautiful in that bridal getup. Any man at that time could have done the same thing that I was doing. I stood there like a statue staring at her like I had never seen her again. I could just pass my whole life standing there. Actually, I couldn't define how attractive she was looking.
She was Valerie Tulle.