Never Good Enough

by Jeydon

One Shot Damon is left alone with his thoughts. "Damon filled his glass with bourbon then sat down in one of the chairs, he couldn't help it - he laughed. He laughed because it was ridiculous how much he loved this girl who could never be his. He laughed because he already knew he wouldn't be good enough for the girl so why did he ever think he had a chance?"

A/N

This is just me being insane and writing down what ever the hell comes to mind at 5am in the morning, it turned out decent so I wanted to post it some where. I'm practicing my writing because I'll be writing a 50,000 word vampire diaries fanfic next month for a writing contest!

Damon filled his glass with bourbon then sat down in one of the chairs, he couldn't help it - he laughed. He laughed because it was ridiculous how much he loved this girl who could never be his. He laughed because he already knew he wouldn't be good enough for the girl so why did he ever think he had a chance? His laughter quickly turned to anger - He was angry at his younger brother.

Angry because his brother was always the one everyone choice, Saint Stefan; who's mistakes were just simply looked over, oh who wouldn't fall for his innocent younger brother?

Damon's anger didn't last for very long, a deep sadness over took him as a single tear rolled down his cheek. He wasn't good enough, he was never good enough and no matter how hard he tried his good just wasn't enough.

Oh, he loved that girl so very much - he would stand by her side forever and fight off anyone who tried to cause her harm - he would love her so deeply, so much more than anyone else could ever even attempt.

But it didn't matter how much he loved her, not even a bit, because she knew about his love for her but it was simply ignored.

He sat there with his glass of bourbon in his hand - it was still completely full, his mind was too busy, his emotions were all over the place.

Why wouldn't she choice Stefan over him? His brother was safe and living on a bunny diet. His brother wasn't a psychotic mess who erupted with anger and killed people to get back at them - his brother made very few mistakes.

He tipped the glass of bourbon back and took a tiny sip then sat it on the table next to him.

He made a decision at that very moment; He wouldn't give up on Elena no matter how hard she tried to push him away, he would just keep pushing closer to her. He wouldn't respect the deal he made with his brother, he wouldn't leave her.

He wasn't going to give up hope - he wasn't going to believe that he had no chance because if he really had no chance then he had nothing left to live for.