She felt cold, so cold. Where was she? How did she get here? As she battled to open her eyes she saw memories, no not memories she had not seen these visions before. Gosh what was happening? Just like in life, in death she was still feeling completely consumed Damon maybe even more so than before. All she could see in these flashbacks was beautiful moments with Damon, moments that were new to her. Damn Damon and his compulsion she thought to herself. One in particular stood out in her mind, not the "I love you" confession she knew that he loved her and she felt it each time she was with him and he had said it to her on a few occasions lately. It was the memory of their first meeting, back before all the complication, before she lost her parents. She had met him first; the words he spoke to her were exactly what she had echoed to Matt earlier that night before the car went of the bridge repeating history. How could she have been so stupid to let Damon go it was him that had been there for her during the hard times when Stefan had left and he was there each and every time saving her life and protecting her, look how she had ended up with him away?

She knew in her heart that she loved Stefan, but did it compare to what she felt for Damon? No she had just been scared to admit her love for Damon because she knew once it was out it would completely consume everything and there would be no going back and she hadn't been sure if she could handle it, but now in this moment as she drifted she realised with certainty that she could handle it and that she had made the wrong choice. These visions had further reassured her that she needed Damon; he was her destiny, her saviour.

As he rushed into the hospital he couldn't bear the thought of his love being dead, she just couldn't be. His heart felt like it was shattered into a million pieces. His love, his gorgeous warrior princess can not have left him alone in a world that he had struggled in until he met her. She had saved him, broke down the mask that he had put on for the world. She had been the only one to understand him, to see the real him. Not even his own brother understood him. Of course he was heart broken that she had chosen Stefan; he had known he didn't stand a chance. There was no way he deserved her, he had never felt good enough for her, but that didn't stop his love for her.

He wandered the hospital mindlessly thinking back to all the moments they had spent together and how he felt every time Elena was around him, feeling crushed that would never happen again. He had lost his best friend and the love of his life all in one night. He couldn't go on not without her, without Elena there was no meaning or reason for life. He had to just see her to say goodbye, but not for long, he would join her in death it would be the only way they could be together again. As he reached the room where Elena's body was being kept he dug deep to find the last bit of strength he had to see her one final time.

He walked in to see Stefan with his head in his hands with Elena laid out in front of him lifeless and pale, but still as gorgeous and beautiful as ever. He couldn't stop the tears from falling. He wanted to kill his brother but he wouldn't ruin this moment he needed to process and say his goodbyes as did his brother. Damon sat in the seat next to Stefan and across to Elena, he just couldn't believe she was dead. She has grown so strong over the last couple of months, but it hadn't been her strength that let her down it was purely her protecting her friend putting her friend's life ahead of hers as she always had done.

Minutes passed by and Damon and Stefan still remained by Elena's side they just couldn't bring themselves to leave. Damon was remembering all of the things that had made Elena so special, that had made him fall for her. Just as he was recalling her beautiful eyes and smile that lit up a room he heard a gasp. Looking over he couldn't believe it she is alive, how could this be?

"Damon?" Elena breathlessly called out.