I look at my reflection in the mirror. Beneath my eyes are dark circles, my face a sickly pale, as my hair looks limp and dead.
He was really gone...
Its been 10 years, 3 months, 2 days and 6 hours... He left saying he was needed time to figure himself out, to become a better man. I begged and pleaded for him not to as the tears ran down my eyes but my efforts caused no avail, he was really gone... He promised to one day come back, but he never did, as I was left to my own misery. I couldn't even recognize the girl in the mirror anymore. Who was she? Such a washed out version of myself...
After he left town I moved on from Mystic Falls. A newly born vampire, and I couldn't stand to be around my ever so caring friends. They wouldn't understand, everybody hated him as they were all Team Steffie! Caroline would just try to get me back with my ex and I couldn't have that. What I had with Stefan once was the love of fairy tails. What I had with him though was consuming, passionate, filled every part of me. He was my life... and now was just gone.
How I missed his blue eyes, the dark slicks of his messy hair. That lazy smile on his face in the morning when we were alone that was just for me. He loved me... and I love him with all my heart which is why I can't go on as I stand on the bridge of my childhood town waiting for the sun to rise. Ring disregarded in the deep waters.
I've lost a lot of people in my life. My adoptive parents Grayson and Miranda, my real parents John and Isobel. Jeremy died, Bonnie was overtaken by cancer a few years which I heard from Caroline's instant letters that would never be replied to. The only people that left were Caroline and Stefan, who I'm sure eventually found consoldance in each other. They both deserved to be with someone, to be happy.
Happiness must be someone some one is born with, because most run short of it long before their life is over and I had many years to live if I kept going on. And I just couldn't go for that overbearing pain for centuries at a time.
A few weeks after he left I would stay up all night and day hoping that he would return. When he didn't I turned the switch and did the classic Damon way of coping, getting drunk every night, drained bodies as I moved from town to town. The next morning would always be the same the constant pain, as I tried to simmer it down with lethal amounts of bourbon. No matter what I did the pain of losing him was still there.
The sun was starting to rise as I start to feel the glare burn my skin. "I love you Damon."