A/N: Hey guys! So I decided to do another one-shot! My second actually. I have had this idea for about two months now and I just couldn't get it out of my head. As you guys probably don't know, I love sad endings. It's not like I hate happy ever after, in fact, I love them. But I just think sad endings always teach you lessons at the end. This might probably be just Damon and Elena's sad love story. Do you guys want me to continue it? Like writing how they fell in love, fluffy moments? Or just a one-shot? I think it will be just a one-shot but I wanna know your opinions :)

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD, all the rights go to Julie Plec and CW. I only own Amelia and Damian.

~✸◊Sad Beautiful Tragic◊✸~

In dreams, I meet you in warm conversation
We both wake in lonely beds, different cities
And time is taking its sweet time erasing you
And you've got your demons and darling they all look like me
Cause we had a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair

"Dad...dad!" A brown-haired girl yelled at her father for the hundred time in the morning.

The man glanced around, searching for the angelic voice that called his name. When he found it, he stared at an angry girl with her hands on her hips. "Yes, honey?" The girl rolled her eyes. "Where is Damian?"

"Oh, he's working at the Grill" She said "Dad, today...um..." She paced back and forth on her feet "Today is mom's death"

His heart dropped in the moment the girl pronounced those words; he knew that it was his entire fault. It was his own fault that the love of his life was gone, it was his fault that he had to raise a girl alone; it was all his and only his fault. His eyes narrowed to the floor swallowing hard, a tear escaping from his eye. Since her death nothing's been the same; his once full of love eyes were terrifying; his once warm skin was cold and made you shiver; the fake feeling of his heart beating like a train in motion when she kissed him, or better, when she tell him she loved him, was now dead. But that was until he met her, his daughter, their daughter. It was their blood and flesh; it was the closest thing he had from her. At first he saw her as a reminder that it was all his fault, that they would've a happy, un-normal life of vampires together with their daughter, raise her together, watching her graduate from middle school together, watching her packing for college and crying because they can't let their baby go together, watching her marry together, becoming grandparents together, watching her having a normal life away from the supernatural problems together, seeing that their job as parents was successful and that they have the perfect daughter together, dying together. But now he had to do all those things alone because he was selfish.

"Hey, dad" the girl kneeled at his side, watching him with her brownish-blue eyes "It's fine, okay? I'll go alone if you don't want to go..."

He immediately stood up. "No, no...I'll go with you. I need to see her" The girl nodded and grabbed her father's hand.

She wiped her father's tear that was rolling down his face, letting a sigh out. "Dad, it's alright. It's not your fault, we've talked about it".

He shook his head. He was still on denial. He was stubborn, really stubborn, and more if it's about this subject, because he knew it was his entire fault that she was dead. "No, it is" He whispered.

She shook her head. "Dad..." She said "I won't say what you did was okay, but...you need to move on. Enjoy your life" He glanced down, looking at his hands "Dad, I want you to enjoy your life, it has been 19 years now, you can't keep blaming yourself for mom's death. Find a girl, tell her you love her, have a life. I still have to figure out what I'm going to do with my own"

"Amelia," He said softly "I will never love a woman as I loved your mother, understand that"

She nodded in agreement. "I know that's...understandable. A love like that can disappear that easily" He glanced at her "Uncle Stefan, Uncle Jeremy, Aunt Caroline, and Aunt Bonnie told me your love story with mom. I know you loved her so much" She explained "I miss her too, you know" She walked and glanced at the window, it was a rainy cold day at Mystic Falls, just like the day when her mother died "She was my mother, the woman who gave birth to me, I am carrying her blood" She glanced back at him and shook her head, tears falling down from her eyes "You're not the only one hurting here"

He walked up to her and hugged her daughter, who let a loud sob in his chest. Tears were now falling as well. "Amelia, I'm so sorry, I know you're hurt..."

She shook her head. "No, you don't dad..." She said and pulled away, glancing back at the rainy day from the window, leaning with her arms. "I lost my mother. My first years were with you and your bourbon, having strange girls at home sleeping with you" And then he realized he was not the only one hurting, he accidentally hurt his own daughter as well. She noticed and quickly said, "Let me finish. I remember waking up at night, having nightmares, all I wanted was a hug from my father and to tell me he was there and everything was gonna be okay, but I never woke you up because you would be with a girl" She said. "But then you changed. That day I came home crying again because the guys at school bullied me because I had no mom, you noticed. You went with the principal and told her, since that day I started making friends" She said "I never gave up on you, because I love you, dad. You're the only one I have left. Mom's dead and I have no more familiars. I handled your alcohol and girls, never giving up on you thirteen years, dad. And you're going to move on, find a girl. Once I get away from this town in college, I want you to find a girl. You find Katherine, she was gone and you found mom, why can't you do the same now?"

"It's not that easy!" He spat "It's not easy to love, okay? I loved your mother, more than anything. I was stupid for letting her go. No need to rub it on my fucking face"

She shook her head. "All I've done all this years was telling you that it wasn't your fault. In fact, I should be mad at you for killing my mother, for letting her go" She said and saw the hurt in his eyes "But I never was. I waited for you to change, and you did" She said "And now you're going to move your ass on and fall in love again. Because you're a good man, you deserve it. Because you owe me" With that, she walked away from his father.

Mystic Falls, Virginia. 13 years ago

Damon Salvatore was driving at high-speed, not caring about the cops. He had just one name in his mind, just one: Elena Gilbert. The girl he had loved the most, the girl who gave him life, the girl who was in love with, but also, the girl whom he had destroyed. Yes, Damon Salvatore destroyed Elena Gilbert. He was driving back to Mystic Falls, the town he swore he would never come back.

But what was he doing? Just the same stupid mistake: coming back for her. There were multiple reasons he wanted to return, but the principal was to see Elena, to beg for her forgiveness if it was necessary. He had already some dreams in mind that he wanted to spend with Elena; one of them was to turn her. Elena had always wanted to be a vampire only to be with him all eternity, which was something he loved about her. He still remembered when he heard those words he had want to hear since he met her, those 3 words that changed everything: I love you. He was fool enough to fall in love with his brother's girlfriend, fool enough to fall for the exact replica of his old lover: Katerina Petrova, also known as the selfish bitch who only cared about herself. But once he met her, he noticed she was nothing, nothing like Katherine. She was a ball full of energy life; her giggles made you laugh and smile even when you were at your saddest moment; her kisses were passionate and full energy, full of love; her words were caring and warm that made you heal when you were heart-wounded. He didn't deserve her; she deserved to live a nice human life without supernatural stuff, without him.

They had been a perfect couple for almost 4 years, happily and in love. After the sire bond was broken and Silas was long gone, they started dating like a real couple, no longer in the shadows hiding their love. Alaric, Damon's only best friend, knew all too well how much Elena and him loved each other, he was the only guy who could understand him. He was the only one who would be there for him even if they had a fight just an hour ago. That's why he begged Bonnie. Yes, he begged Bonnie to find a spell to make their friends come back. That's how now Alaric Saltzman was now a happy vampire. Anna was back too, and the last time she heard from her was that she was dating Jeremy again meanwhile Bonnie dated Kol. Damon still called Bonnie 'judgy', but they cared for each other.

Being together for 4 years wasn't enough for Elena. She wanted the one thing he could never give her: a family. Elena insisted to marry and adopt a kid, a baby girl. Damon was too scared; too afraid he would be like Giuseppe. Would they turn them into vampires? Would they keep them humans? They would never be able to bury their child, even if it wasn't their blood and flesh, they wouldn't handle that much pain. So he did the thing he did the best: He ran away. He left her the day of birthday; he wanted her to hate him as much as she could. He needed to do it, just so that it would be easier to forget him. The moment he left Mystic Falls, he lost Elena. Forever. He prayed god that there was at least hope for her forgiveness. Just that.

After 10 hours of driving, Damon arrived to the Boarding House. Silence. As if no one has ever lived there. Damon frown, the Boarding House was never silence. Yeah sure it was quiet sometimes, but there was always someone inside. That's when he heard it: a laugh. A male laugh. There was no one living in there except for Elena and Stefan. And that laugh wasn't his brother's. Jealousy spread through him, wishing there wasn't a guy who was with Elena. His Elena. He stepped out of his car and grabbed his suitcase, walking towards the front door. When he arrived there, he opened it and saw Jeremy standing there, laughing with no one. Weird.

Jeremy turned around, confused since Stefan had told him he was going to hunt for a while and he had just left a few minutes ago. He widened his eyes at the sight of the person who he never thought he'll see again. The man who destroyed his sister's life. Damon Salvatore had returned home. "Damon…" Jeremy said standing up. "What are you doing here?"

Damon smirked. "Well, it is my house" He kicked the door shut with his black leather boot, throwing the suitcase into the living room, landing on the couch next where Jeremy was laying. "Whatcha doing here, kiddo?"

He shrugged. "I live here as well," Jeremy explained. "Stefan invited me to live here, he's actually hunting".

Damon only nodded, not in the mood to talk to Jeremy. He didn't want to waste anymore time. He needed to see Elena. "So…how's everyone?" He asked carefully.

He shrugged. "We're dealing with it, you know" He said, pouring himself whiskey on a cup Damon had never seen "The pain never really goes away".

Damon frowned his eyebrow, confused. "What are you talking about, little Gilbert?" He asked drinking his bourbon, letting the burning liquid swallow down his throat. "I may remind you I wasn't here for…what? 7 years?" He said.

Jeremy glanced at him with wide eyes. He apparently didn't know about her death. Oh god, it was going to be so hard to explain. He was going to be hurt, betrayed, and guilty; and everyone knows so well how Damon deals when he's guilty. It's been 2 years since Elena's death, and nobody was okay. Bonnie and Caroline cried for months, they are even still crying a little sometimes. Matt cried for a year and a half, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, it was shocking. Matt never gets drunk. Tyler cried as well, but of course, not as much as everyone else. Alaric got drunk a couple of times. Jeremy, well, he didn't take it so well. The last member of his family he had left was dead; he was not okay. He got drunk, and even tried to kill himself, but Stefan saved him. Stefan, he turned off his humanity again, and went on a bad killing spree, that bad that they had to call Klaus to compel him to turn it on again. Stefan was still bad, but he had Rebekah now, who helped him a lot. Jeremy was so lost in the memories that he didn't hear Damon's calls.

"Jeremy!" Damon spat "What's going on?"

Jeremy stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, before he swallowed. "No-Nothing" He said.

Damon rolled his eyes and ignored him, going directly to the point. "So, where's Elena?".

Jeremy was in a battle between telling him or not. He had the right to know, he had loved Elena and was the love of her life as she lived. He deserved to know. He left for good, for the good of her. Or that's what they all thought. Jeremy saw it as selfishness, a damn coward. He just couldn't tell her no? He had to leave? He saw how much Elena was hurting after his departure. She started getting drunk all nights, crying over him, blaming herself. She was hurt, she was really hurt. If he told Damon he would go on a killing spree, just like Stefan. Will bring virgin girls over and use them as blood bags, he would turn it all off. They couldn't have that Damon back. The Damon who only cared about himself, the Damon without Elena. All his thoughts were interrupted when a soft voice said. "Don't tell him" She sobbed. It was Elena. "Please, Jeremy, don't…"

"Sorry" He whispered to Elena. "Damon, there's something you should know".

Elena sobbed. "No, no, no, no" She begged, "Please, Jeremy, don't tell him. He'll break…"

"Tell" Damon said.

Jeremy closed his eyes, ignoring his sister's begs. "Elena…Elena's dead".

No. That was the only word in Damon's mind: No. She couldn't be dead; she just wouldn't leave him, would she? She wouldn't kill herself for him, she was stronger than that. She was wiser than that. He left her so she could be safe, away from him. But he just messed up things. He killed the love of his life. No. He was still in denial. This must be a joke. A sick, sick joke. Maybe they all knew he was coming back and decided to prank him…yes. That was it, there was no way Elena was dead. With a smile, he patted Jeremy's shoulder. "That's not true, Elena's alive" He said, but getting no response from Jeremy he alarmed. "Isn't she, Jeremy?".

Jeremy sobbed, tears pouring down. "I'm so sorry, Damon" Jeremy said "Elena's been dead for 2 years now".

Elena sighed; she just didn't want to tell him. She had forgive him a long time ago, and just watching Damon break-down at her feet was sad, but was depressing watching him and don't do anything. She still loved him, with everything she had and everything she never had. She loved him. "Damon…" She tried to say, but it was useless. He couldn't see her; she was a ghost.

"No…" Damon whispered. "No…NO!" He roared, throwing the glass to the chimney. "Elena isn't dead! She-She can't be dead! No! NO!".

Damon couldn't believe it. All the plans he had made for both, all their dreams, their lives together. They could marry, they could've adopted, they could've been together for all eternity. But he had to leave. He had to make her die. He blamed himself, it was all his fault, only his fault. No. His Elena couldn't be dead. His angel, the light in his darkness, was now long gone. 'Please, don't go' that was the last thing she said to him. Don't go, her last wish, and he couldn't make it come true. Now he was alone, he deserved it, but he just wouldn't accept her death. He was on denial, he would never ever let her die, not in his lifetime. He swore he would always protect her, that he would never leave, and that was exactly what he did. He throw away everything on his way, tables, glasses, plates, blood, papers, everything. He couldn't stand it. Somehow, he ended up here, on his room. Where they had made love so many times; where they said 'I love you' to each other, where they swore they would be together forever. All those dreams were gone now. Her scent was till here, just like the last time. Her vanilla body wash was still on his shower. He walked over and saw some of his t-shirts thrown up. He guessed Elena had sat there with his shirts, he took out his current shirt. He took one of the thrown up shirts and put it over his bare chest, inhaling her scent, just like she had done. How could his angel have left him. It was impossible. He sat down on his bed. It had been over 4 hours now since he had heard of his angel's death. He felt some paper crunched beneath his pillow. Confused he checked under his pillow and saw there was a piece of paper. 'To Damon ' it said. Curious, he opened it up. Tears covering his icy blue eyes; it was from Elena.

My dear Damon,

Hello my love. And here we are, you and me on the last page.

By the time you read these words, I would be long gone. I could have left this paper to Jeremy, or maybe Alaric, but I decided to leave it here, under your pillow, in your room. You know, this room is where we shared our most valuable moments. Here is where I told you I loved you for the first time; I don't regret I did. You may be wondering, why leave it here? Well, its right you would have never returned, but I wanted to give you this letter if you truly loved me. And if you truly loved me you would've returned, which you did. Thank you, Damon.

When you left, I was devastated. I wouldn't eat, sleep, I just drink your bourbon, wrapped in your t-shirts. It made me feel safe, like you were there with me. I thought life didn't have any sense when you left, I planned on killing myself. That was until I felt something. A kick on my belly. Yes, Damon, you guessed right, you have a child. Well, they are twins. I named them Amelia Jane Elizabeth and Damian Salvatore. When I was about to kill myself, Stefan followed me. He told me I was pregnant, and I didn't had any sex when you left. I just couldn't kill them, Damon. They are our children, our own blood and flesh, just as how we wished. Yes, I died, I died on a car accident. How ironic, right? I died at the Wickery Bridge, a drunk man was driving. Amy and Damian were with me, Stefan came to rescue us, but I told him to save our children. They deserve to live. It was the best decision I ever made. You may be wondering, how in the world could I write this letter? Well, I made a deal with a witch here on the other side, it could allow me to send you this letter. This is the year 2013; Amy and Damian are 4 years old. Amelia – or Amy – has beautiful brown wavy hair, and piercing blue eyes, it's a mix of both, you and me. Damian – or Dami – is your exact replica; he was black raven hair, just as yours. Also icy blue eyes, they are yours. The only thing he has from me is probably his stubborn.

If I could go back and stop my death, I would've done it, believe me. I love you, Damon. I want you to take care of our children, do it for me. They don't deserve to be orphan, they are our children. It doesn't matter what year is, every September 2nd go to my grave, ask Jeremy where it is. Damon, know that I have forgive you. Also, do one more thing for me; don't throw away this pillow. This is our treasure, this is where we spent the nights in, this is where I laughed at your sarcastic and cocky comments, this is where you told me you loved me, this is where I cried for you, and now, this is where you cry for me.

I love you, Damon. Yours truly,

-Elena Salvatore.

After reading the letter and processing all the information, Damon waited for September 2nd to arrive. Jeremy told him it was the date Elena died, and that people brought her flowers that day. Damon had been here for a month now, and he was still depressed. He had brought girls over and drank all the bourbon. It wouldn't be a surprise if he ended with all the bourbon supply of the Grill. He still couldn't believe he was a father, of two twins! He couldn't help but smile at the name Damian, and Elizabeth at Amelia's name: It was her mother's name. It's not like he didn't love his children, he was just so scared. He didn't know where to find them, he had searched everywhere but there were no registers of any Amelia or Damian Salvatore. He still missed Elena, so damn much. He knew Elena was his soul mate, and even with her forgiveness, it was still hard. He came back to spend life with her, but he only received the news that choice was taken away from her 2 years ago.

He still remembers her soft pink lips, how she would blush whenever he gave her a compliment, how their hands intertwined perfectly, how perfect his name sounded when she said it, how her tan olive skin shined beneath the sun, the way her chocolate-brown eyes looked at him when she said 'I love you', how she would forgive him every time he screwed it up, how much she loved him. He still couldn't believe he let go that girl who brought him back to life, who showed him that life is worth it. But now, he had truly lost her forever. There was no turning back. He took a deep breath, Elena's favorite flowers in hand, and walked towards her grave. When he founded it, he kneeled

Elena Gilbert

Beloved Daughter, Sister, Friend, and Mother.

June 22, 1992 – April 4, 2027

Damon closed his eyes, not daring to look at the gravestone. Tears were now sliding down his pale cold cheeks. He placed the flowers, with his eyes closed still. Because he knew, if he opened them, tears would explode and he would break down in the middle of the cemetery. And he certainly didn't want that now.

"Hello, Lena" Damon said, finally opening his eyes, taking a deep breath even though he didn't needed to. "I was expecting to come back and surprise you, not the other way around" He chuckled without any humor, shaking his head. "I-I miss you so much. How could you do this to me, Elena? You-You should've had fight, for our children, for you…and as selfish as it sounds, for me".

He caressed her gravestone, as if she was there with him. "You know, I came back here with plans for us. I was planning to ask for your forgiveness even if I had to beg for it. I was gonna marry you, propose to adopt some children and deal with the consequences later, I was willing to forget my old vampire life and start a new one with you." He said, now sobbing "But it won't be possible, not without you."

"When I left, I was a messed up shit" He said "I turned it all off, I knew I wasn't right for you, you deserved to live a nice human life. I had to leave. I went to many parts New York, Japan, France, Canada, Africa, I went to many places, but all of them reminded me about you." He said "I-I knew I made the wrong choice when I left, and I regret it with all my undead heart. Not only because I missed you, but because you would be alive in this moment, in my arms, kissing you." He wiped the tears from his eyes; he couldn't stop it. His vision was blurry and he could barely see the sun. "And when Jeremy told me you were dead, that…you were gone…I couldn't believe it. I never thought you would be gone. I just wanted to die, Elena. I was planning to kill myself after Jeremy told me. Until I read the letter. That saved my life. I can't believe we have twins," He said happily, "I-I can't belie-eve there's a part of me and you, walking out there. My own blood and flesh" He smiled.

"Back in the 1800's I wanted children, you know?" He said casually, as if he was talking to an old friend. "I wanted two boys and a baby girl. But everything changed when Katherine came" He shook his head "That's a talk for later."

He was going to continue telling her his adventures back in the 1800's when a little voice interrupted him.

"Here!" A boy shouted "Its over here, Amy!"

Another giggle came behind the little boy. Damon turned around and saw two kids standing there. The girl was wearing a yellow floral dress that looked beautiful in, matching with her olive skin. Her wavy brown chocolate hair was half clipped and her brown-blue-ish eyes were sparkling under the sun. The little boy was grabbing the other girl's hand; he was wearing a blue and white stripped t-shirt, he was wearing black pants and brown boots. His little raven hair was messy and his icy blue eyes were piercing the man's ones. They both looked around 11-12 years old. The boy stepped in front of her, as if protecting her from the stranger he didn't knew. Damon smiled at that.

"Who are you?" The little boy demanded. "Why are you in mother's grave?"

Damon widened his eyes. Mommy? Elena…oh my god. These are my children, he thought. He couldn't believe how alike his son was to him. He was just like him. What was he supposed to do? Hug him saying 'Hello, I'm your father who left you mother without knowing she was pregnant. But that's all right, I'm here now to take care of you. Oh, I'm a vampire by the way. *Grins*'. Of course not, they were 11-year-old kids, they were his children. "My name is Damon." He said, "I'm a friend of your mother's"

The boy nodded, understanding. The girl walked past him, letting the flowers on her mother's grave. "Hello, mommy" She whispered, kissing her mother's gravestone. A tear slip down her olive-skinned cheek as she put her arms around her. Damon could see how hurt she was, she was a warrior; taking the pain in, not letting it show.

"Come here, Amy." The boy said hugging Amy. "It's okay, we're gonna be alright" He assured her, he pulled away and looked at her in the eye before hugging her again. "We will survive this, we always survive, believe in me." The girl only nodded and pulled herself on the boy's embrace.

Damon watched the kids amused, how much they loved and cared for each other. But the question was…who brought them here? Did they were orphans? Are they adopted? Millions of questions ran through his mind meanwhile watching the kids cry. How much he wanted to hug his children and tell them everything was going to be fine, that he was going to protect them. But he couldn't. They had no idea who he was, they thought he was only another one of her mother's friends. The kids seemed oblivious of Damon standing there, because the boy kneeled in front of Elena's grave.

He sighed. "Hello, mom" He said "I miss you so much, I hope you were here. We escaped again, you know? Mrs. Robinson is really mean, and also it was Amy's birthday so we went to Aunt Bonnie's bakery." Whoa, did judgy had a bakery?, Damon thought. "I promised you I would take are of her, and that's what I'm doing" He said "Yes, I will study a lot so I can go to a good college and give my sister a better life, I promise" He said. Damon's heart warmed at that. Was he going to sacrifice everything for her sister? "I will protect her from those idiots at school and not let her go near any boy. Yeah, I'll kick ass of the guy who dares to break my sister's heart" He promised, making Damon chuckled, happy and knowing he would do the same for his baby princess. Apparently, his chuckle was too loud because both kids glanced at him. "Uh, I'm sorry sir, we are leaving now. Goodbye, mommy" He said.

The boy took Amy's hand and started to walk away, but that was before Damon stopped them. "Hey!" He called, making the kids glanced at him. "So, where do you live?".

The boy shrugged. "Why would you want to know? You know nothing about us, you are a stranger." He said and then smirked. "You aren't a pedophile, are you?" Amy gasped and elbowed the boy's ribs. Damon noticed how much the boy looked like him, even his smirk! "Oi!"

"I'm so sorry, sir." Amy apologized. "My brother tends to be a jerk sometimes, we apologize" She said. He quickly noticed that is what Elena would do. She reminded her a lot of her.

Damon chuckled. "It's alright kids…uh…I was just curious" He said

Amy nodded. "Yes, we understand. My name is Amelia, this is my brother, Damian," She said.

"Amy, why did you just tell a stranger our names?" Damian asked.

Amy shrugged. "Hey, it's Mystic Falls, nothing bad ever happens here" Yea sure, try to tell Klaus that. Amy glanced at Damon. "I feel like I can trust him…yes, we can trust him" Damian nodded, it was like a secret code they had. Amy extended her hand to shake it with Damon's, at the moment their hands touched, Amy closed her eyes and gasped, jerking back. It reminded Damon like when Bonnie sensed something.

"Amy!" Damian said "Are you alright?"

Amy looked at Damon with widened eyes, tears on them. "You…you…" She said "You are our father".

Damon's eyes softened, he finally could tell them the truth…but how did she knew? "How-How do you know?" He asked.

"I'm a witch" She whispered.

Damon widened his eyes while Damian gasped. "Amy! We agreed not to tell anyone!" He said.

Amy shrugged. "He's a vampire. Mom trusted him, means we can trust him." She said "I read her diaries. Damon Salvatore, right?" He nodded. "You have no idea how much we've waited for you". Amy whispered and hugged Damon.

Damon's cold heart warmed at the moment Amy wrapped her arms around him. He had finally met his children. And he was not letting them go.

"Hello again, Elena" Damon said, standing on her grave once more. It had been a while since the last time he was here, which was on Amy's 18 birthday. She's 25 now. He had never really moved on from her death, but he was a lot better now. Thanks to Amy and Damian. "It's been a while. You're still the same" He chuckled. "I still miss you, and it still hurts. But you know, I'm better. You giving me twins was the best thing that has ever happened, there are two people now with our blood running in their veins. You were right, Amy is beautiful. She has our eyes, her hair and attitude is just like you. But she tends to be so cocky and sarcastic, just like me. She is getting married, I still remember when she was 15 and brought her first boyfriend home.

Mystic Falls, Virginia. 10 years ago.

"Dad, I want you to meet someone" Amy said, her brown hair was in a little side braid and her right arm was holding someone else's. Damon noticed it was a boy, making parent jealousy spread. "This is Dean, my boyfriend…"

Shocked, Damon stood up. He couldn't believe her baby girl was now a teenager. And she had a boyfriend.

"No" He simply said and walked away.

He chuckled at the memory. "Yes, I promise he is a good man, Damian and I are sure of that. We promised we'll kill him if he dare to break Amy's heart. She's my baby girl." He said "Damian, well, he is studying to be a doctor, he is really intelligent and is nothing like me. Amy is just the girl version of me with a sprinkle of you. He has a good girlfriend, she's really nice. No, don't be jealous Lena, I only have eyes for you" He sighed "Amy wants me to move on, she wants me to find a girl. I know that's what you want too, but I just can't. I'm sorry, but I'll try my best." He stood up and went over to kiss her gravestone.

"I love you, Elena" He whispered "Forever and Always".

Elena watched Damon walk away and whispered back. "I love you too, Damon" She said and disappeared.

This is the sad love story of Damon and Elena. The ending may not be happy, but even the death cannot stop them from loving each other. They had a Sad Beautiful Tragic story, and is the best and the worst thing that has ever happened to them.

What a sad beautiful tragic love affair…