~That which was unspoken~
She thought about it more often than not.
It happened at the oddest times too. The memory would just invade her unannounced, reminding her of the feelings she'd been burying inside for a long time. Feelings that were slowing beginning to surface without consent or so much as a warning.
There would be times when the smallest things reminded her of him like leather jackets, a certain shade of blue and even her teddy—the one he would pick up every time he barged into her room, which had become a sort of routine lately. One that she could no longer find the will to protest to.
When she had kissed him that one time, it was a chaste one; a one saying goodbye. He was dying and she was afraid. So, so afraid. She didn't want to lose anyone else. Not when almost everyone she loved were dying one after the other. Not when she'd just buried her aunt and father just the other day. She didn't want to lose him too.
But slowly, over the summer, with all that had happened, something else was starting to rise. A new feeling that went beyond innocent friendship.
It scared her. That was the biggest reason she ignored these feelings. It scared her she might become like Katherine and she didn't want that.
But burying one's feelings isn't as easy.
More than once she found herself mesmerised by the intensity of his gaze and felt herself holding her breath at the slightest of his touch. There were even times she found her gaze shift to his lips during the course of a conversation, particularly if he happened to be standing especially too close and he often did, probably just for the simple pleasure of unnerving her.
If only he would refrain form such behaviour. Then again, Elena just knew that she would miss it the instant he stopped. Damon wouldn't be Damon if he didn't irritate her at least once in a day.
Lately with all that had happened and what was to happen—considering how Klaus was still alive and kicking even after their second attempt on his life—he was one of the few people who could bring a smile on her face.
Maybe it wasn't wrong after all. Sure they had a rocky start and their ups and downs—and that's just putting it mildly—but over the past few months he seemed like the only solid thing in her life. She trusted him, confided in him—well, for the most part anyway—and he had not once strayed from his promise about never leaving her.
He was there when she needed him, even when she didn't word it out. He was always there. And sometimes she found herself wishing for something more than the friendship they shared.
A voice at the back of her head that sometimes sounded like Caroline and sometimes like Bonnie constantly repeated that she shouldn't be letting this happen but with each passing day, each smile he brought on her face, she knew that her resolve was breaking.
Soon, she wouldn't be able to keep it up anymore and she wasn't sure if she wanted to either.
A/N: I'll post another chapter in Damon's POV in a day or two. In the meantime, thoughts?