"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."
He misses him, of course he does…they all do. But not like him they don't…Alaric was more of a brother to him than even Stefan. And now he's gone…dead…for good this time and it hurts him like a bitch. Cause he's all alone now, with no one to love and care for him…
Damon knows he's done a lot of bad things in the past and he was ready to pay for his sins…up until his brother died…Alaric was his brother for all intended purposes except blood…he understood him even when no one else did. Cause Ric knew all of his secrets, even the darkest ones…Ric knew him inside out and still he stayed behind…they had killed and hurt eachother so many times but it only made their connection thicker and their friendship stronger…they were each others salvation in a way and now who will save him from himself ?! From the anger and the hurt, the pain and loneliness that were guiding themselves deep inside his long-dead heart and growing roots there…spreading like a disease, infecting everything that was good in him while leaving havoc behind.
First, he lost his mother when he was much to young to deal with the pain, so he locked it up for future purposes…then he lost his father's love and approval for reasons unknown to him that still haunt him even after so many ears. Then he met Katherine, fell in love, suffered in silence when he found out about her and his brother, watched while she was taken by the city's council, died at his own father's hands, watched Stefan die and woke up to a life not worth living without her. He spent 150 years looking for Katherine and hating his brother's guts, only to find out she never cared…she never even loved him…only Stefan. Met Elena, fell for her harder than ever, only to watch again from the sidelines , never to find happiness in a crazed world. Then Rose happened, and things were starting to look good again, but then she died too, she died saving his life…his worthless, painful and lonely life. He found refuge in Andie, a good girl he was fond of…but Stefan the Ripper took care of that too…leaving him alone again. Alaric was his only friend…his best friend. He loved that guy so much but of course he could never admit it outloud he was Damon, he didn't do feelings. Or so he let others think…cause the truth was he felt everything and it sucked.
So when he found himself in the cemetery, with a bottle of his and Ric's favorite bourbon, he cracked…to the core. He fell to the ground and started crying and cursing his own existence. With no one in sight, he spilled all of his secrets to a cold stone with only a name on it, his buddy's name…he stood there for hours, got pretty wasted and thought to himself 'what the fuck am I doing here ?'. So when the sun came up, he took a decision he should have taken the day he had woken up again, back in 1864, and saved himself so much misery. He took his ring off and left it on the grave for Stefan to find later in the day…he left no note cause there was no need for heartfelt confessions and goodbyes. Elena will get over his death and be happy with his little brother. All of them will be better off without him. At least that's what he told himself…he took one last breath and advanced into the clearing, into the sun's path and waited for the end to come. Excruciatingly painful exactly like his existence up until that moment, death came and took him away… hopefully to a better place where he'll finally find peace…and Alaric.