Elena sighed. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately, but why should she sigh? She had her life back. She had Stefan, Aunt Judith, Margret, Meredith, Bonnie, Matt and even Caroline sometimes, now that she wasn't possessed by Malach and scuttling around her house like a lizard, things should be good. But they weren't because something was missing, someone was missing, a very important someone. Damon. Damon Salvatore, her boyfriend's brother- no that was a lie. He wasn't just Stefan's brother, he'd been- Well what had Damon exactly been to her? Dark mysterious stranger, enemy, friend and then... She wasn't even sure; she just knew she was hurting way too much now for him to have been just her boyfriend's brother.
"Elena, It's 6:30, time to wake up for school"
That was Aunt Judith, Elena sighed, thinking of the irony that she'd actually been up for an hour already, just thinking, thinking about him. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't bitter about him. How dare he push his way into her thoughts and heart and then just die leaving her feeling like this, and the worst thing was, she knew she shouldn't be feeling like this, she should have been upset and then just moved on. She had Stefan, she should have let Damon drift from her head, and leave her thoughts. Sure there would be a small amount of grief but all too soon that would be forgotten and replace by fond memories. That's what should have happened, except she felt like this, and this wasn't particularly great.
She slowly rose out of bed and walked into her bathroom, checking out her appearance in the mirror, she had dark circles under her lapis lazuli eyes and her golden waves were limp, lifeless, like him. No Elena don't you dare let yourself think about him again. She sighed again, undressed and got into the shower. Showers always made her feel better, the warm water drumming down onto her head and her tired aching muscles, this was heaven. Heaven. She wondered if he was in heaven right now, he'd always been so sure that he was going to go to hell. She wasn't so sure, fine he'd killed, a lot, but at the end of the day he'd given it all up, everything, for Bonnie. Now that made her feel bitter, Damon and Bonnie. Sure Damon had assured her as he lay dying in her arms that he had only loved once, loved her. Only her, always her. But she couldn't help feeling bitter that Damon had spent most of the last weeks of his life with Bonnie, and not her. Elena had been stupid, taken Damon for granted, she'd thought Damon had an eternity, and eternity to love her, Damon had been sure he'd have an eternity. Apparently not.
Elena stepped out of the shower and towled herself off, she quickly walked back into her bedroom and put on some underwear and her robe. She quickly blow dried her hair back into its usual volumized massive waves, hanging down to her waist. She put on some mascara and a touch of red lipstick, that would have to do. It all felt like so much of an effort recently, to look nice, sure she still had Stefan but he thought she looked nice with or without make-up, so there was really no point. She pulled on her distressed skinny jeans and a plain white T-shirt, grabbed her black converse and her bag and sprinted down the stairs and out the door before Aunt Judith could ask any questions. She walked past the tree where Damon had first appeared to her, in the form of a crow. She remembered. She remembered so damn clearly and it killed her. She cleared her mind and walked the rest of the way to school.
Damon. That was his name. At least it was a start, and he was slowly getting the feeling back in his body, which was also good. He thought. He was confused so, so confused. He was somewhere, or was it anywhere? It seemed slightly familiar. He lay there, trying to clear his mind when- A face appeared in his mind, the most beautiful face he'd ever seen with massive eyes the colour of lapis lazuli and a massive halo of golden hair. And then another face appeared with wide brown eyes and a shock of red hair. Two girls, two- Her eyes were so blue, the first girl, her eyes had been the colour of the summer sky. He knew something in that moment. He was hers, he belonged to her. He was so inexplicably hers. She was his everything, his comets and stars, his world, his sun his moon and his light at the end of the fucking tunnel. He was hers. Now he just had to find her.