** This story just popped into my head after watching 4x7, when Damon and Elena are sitting on the couch and she says 'I wanted to dance with you today.' **

"Elena!" Caroline's shrill voice pulls me back to reality. "Are you going to wear the white or the black dress?"

Caroline is holing up a floor length, black silk halter top dress, covered with intricate silver beading. And a white, strapless, floor length gown with a slit up to mid-thigh. Damon bought both of them for me about 2 years after I turned.

"Um, the black one Care." I told her with a small sad smile. "Definitely black."

"You never wear anything but black and white anymore. You need some color!" She whined at me.

We spent the next hour getting ready to go watch the Miss Mystic Pageant. It had been 6 years since we were in it. 6 years since I had danced with Damon while Stefan blood binged. And 3 years since I had turned.

Stefan was with Rebekka, they lived in Italy or something. Caroline was actually engaged to Klause. Matt had moved somewhere out west with Tyler, and Bonnie was a little lonely witch living in her Grams' house. Me? My heart forever belongs to Damon Salvatore. Forever and Always.

All dressed up in Damon's favorite dress I stood and watched the Miss Mystic candidates descend the stairs and gracefully take their dates' arms. The 5 girls assumed their dancing positions and the music began.

My mind flashed back to my Miss Mystic days... '

"Where's Stefan?"

"I don't know Elena."

"What are we going to do Damon?"

"Right now? We are going to dance."

Holding my right hand an inch from Damon's we slowly twirled in a circle. Again with our left hands. Both hands. And finally I was touching him. He was holding me in his arms. Twirling me around the floor delicately. I had never felt so beautiful in all of my life. '

And then to the night of the Mikaelson Ball: '

The fancy dresses. The beautiful masks. Damon's skilled hands gliding me across the floor, if only for a moment. '

And then finally to our first night together: '

I was sitting on the couch and he sat next to me. I looked over at his perfect face...

"Honestly, I wanted to dance with you today."

he pulled me up off the couch into his strong arms. And we danced. We danced in front of his roaring fireplace. Together. '

Then the music ended and I was pulled back to the now.

Without thinking I turned to my left, where Damon always was and said "I wanted to dance with you today."

But he wasn't there. He hadn't been there in a year and a half. He was gone. Forever. And I was alone. As the realization hit me, I collapsed. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I cried. Cried because I am lonely. Because my heart is broken. My one, my only, my Damon... Is dead.