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Couldn't…

He had been trying to forget her so bad, but he couldn't. And maybe, just maybe he would finally have to make peace with the fact that he couldn't have her, not even in all eternity.

She was never his to begin with, she was always someone else's- someone else's girlfriend, coloring someone else's world with her beautiful radiance, and belonging in someone else's arms. And yet, she was always his- his Elena, his personification of passion and determination, kindness and strength, love and so much more. She was always his Elena, the girl in his dreams every night, the one thing tormenting his mind every time he would be alone and the world around him would seem to stand still, with the breeze blowing so steadily that it made his head whirl with anger and a dreadful question that haunted his mind-

If Damon Salvatore could have anything and everything he wanted, if he could achieve whatever he wished for by hook or by crook, why couldn't he have the one thing that he wanted the most- her love?

He wanted her to love him, to say his name with a fiery passion alongside a soft glint in her eyes, like she did for those two split seconds that she slipped before she got a hold on herself and started acting like she didn't care about him in the way he knew and she hated she did.

He wanted her. Yet he couldn't have her. Couldn't.


Every time Elena's hand would be in Stefan's, the world would end for Damon Salvatore, and he would start to dwell in his own little universe of What Ifs.

What if Elena hadn't fallen for Stefan? What if he had met her first? What if Stefan didn't even come to this town? What if he hadn't even lived for all this eternity? What if he had just died, like he had wanted to? What if he never even agreed to turn? What if he never loved Katherine?

What if he wasn't here and he hadn't met Elena, and he had missed out on the one thing that he was so grateful for, that he thought was worth being a creature of the dark and spending eternity hunting people, when he could have easily avoided it if he had just died?

What if Damon Salvatore hadn't even known that a certain Elena Gilbert existed? He couldn't even imagine what it would have been like to live and die without her. Couldn't.


It had been days, months, years since he had crashed into her life. He had been counting every second and yet he had somehow lost track. And each of these seconds was spent with her denying her feelings for him because it was so wrong and so twisted and so inappropriate and it would make everything go so wrong and it was such a wrong thing to do to Stefan, the guy who loved her so much, and with him being stubborn and deciding to try to keep his feelings in the back of his mind and convince himself that if she didn't care, he didn't fucking give a damn.

And now, even though he had been trying to forget her so bad, he couldn't. So, maybe, just maybe he would finally have to make peace with the fact that he couldn't have her, not even in all eternity. Couldn't.

She was never his to begin with….


A/N: I haven't written anything in SO long, I have been busy with my life. This is my warm-up, because I just LOVE angst. I hope you guys liked reading this. Please review! Thank you so much :)