Notice me; for once, just notice me. The words he would never say – the words he thought every time he saw the man that held the glue to his broken heart. The man that was lusting over his sister, the man that knew he wouldn't get precious Elena. He could do better, could Damon.
Damon was worth more than Elena ever was.
Yet, Jeremy found himself jealous of his sister because she was what Damon wanted.
And Jeremy wasn't.
Once though, when Jeremy was dying; Damon cared. He cared because Elena cared, but he cared – almost for Jeremy. Almost once.