Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day and here he was, chained into a chair so that he wouldn't eat his last remaining friend. God, how the mighty had fallen.
Had it been so long ago that he had secretly been planning what they were gonna do for Valentine's Day? He had wanted to sneak up to her dorm room and surprise her with a roadtrip back to Denver. At the time, it had made sense to his foolish, lovestruck heart that they go back to where they had made that first step over the threshold to where they were now. Where they had been then.
Without anyone to care, anyone to see, Damon Salvatore finally let the mask fall. When Enzo came in a little while later, he figured that the tear marks on his friend's frustrated face were merely evidence that the delapidated, old motel roof above their heads was leaking.
