Highway to Heaven
Prologue
The sounds of draws opening and closing echoed through the otherwise silent house, closely followed by the hiss of a zip. She was leaving Mystic Falls, her family…she was leaving him. He was deadly still, shocked and feeling pain that was akin to having your soul ripped in half.
He knew that this was his fault; he had pushed her too far this time, the last straw. For years people had joked about her leaving him, about her ability to put up with him. He knew that he wasn't the nicest person or someone who was easy to be around, but she was the one person who had ever truly loved him and he loved her more than anything in existence.
And yet, here she is packing some of her things and preparing to walk out of the Boarding House, go somewhere else and just be anywhere that he wasn't.
When she found out she didn't yell, or accuse him, she wasn't even mad at the time. All she felt was pain, part of it was because of what had happened but the majority was because she knew that she had to get away.
Her bags were in the car and keys in hand she entered the living room. He was sitting on a leather armchair, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands; an empty scotch glass on the table beside him. Standing in front him she reached down and tilted his head up. Green eyes met blue before leaning sown to lightly kiss his forehead. Turning she left the manor. Got in her car and drove.
One day she would be back, she knew….hopefully Damon would still be there. But until then, the bastard deserved to suffer a little.