I do not own The Vampire Diaries.

"Hey Ric." Damon mumbled sadly, lowering his body onto the wet grass and folding his long legs beneath him. "I miss you." Fingers gently touched the gravestone before him and traced the name craved in the stone.

Alaric Saltzman.

Beloved son, brother and friend.

Damon's jaw tightened as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. His best friend was dead and he refused to cry. Crying wasn't Damon Salvatore.