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I find it in the snow that day. It's odd, staring at it, because it like the charred remains surrounding me. But at the same time, it is not. It is scarcely damaged, the only thing that remains from our past together, or almost together. One that seems like it was so long ago, but in truth was less than two years. .

2010 .

Damon Salvatore was staring across the room at the sorrow-filled face of Elena Gilbert, a girl he loved so dearly but could do nothing to help. It wasn't his to fix, although it was his fault. If he hadn't got bitten by that stupid werewolf! .

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, providing him an opportunity of distraction. But when he opened the door, it was much more than he excepted..

"Sarah?" he questioned. She only nodded in return. That's It for , but I'm typing this on my iPod so...yeah,nothing longer. Read and review,please.