There was a moment when Damon was internally shattered by the impact of her rejection, by her need to pull away, by her shock and revulsion, but despite this, or because of it, he closed his eyes and danced alone, surrounded by college students.
Damon couldn't let her see she has broken him again, and he didn't want to let go of the feeling of her hands on his neck, the vision of her deep brown eyes looking into his, the smell of her proximity, the tingle of her breath on his skin and the rhythm of her body vibrating next to his, reveling in their passion, the chemistry between them, the thrall of the blood and the music, the palpable ecstasy between them, rushing through their veins.
Never had he felt so alive and yet the moment she let go and her face fell he died again, as he dies every time she rejects him and his lack of humanity. The beat of the music and the crowd pushed and pulled, throbbing around him, but the greatest force acting on Damon Salvatore was not the music nor the blood, it was Elena, it's always Elena.
