Present Day: July 7th, 2012
She won't let me see her. How could she possibly think this would be a good idea? I have seen her every day for the last three years. Every day since she told me she loved me. We simply cannot be a part from each other. It's like there is a tether pulling us together and without her, there is just this empty pressure in my chest. Sure most people would say that spending one week away from your girlfriend isn't that big of a deal. Those people clearly never had Elena Gilbert for a girlfriend. Plus she's not just my girlfriend. She is much, much more. Usually when she is around my brain consists of about 80% Elena, 20% blood. However, now that I have been deprived of my reason for existence, my brain consists of one thing and one thing only. Of course, without her presence all I have left to do is think. Think about her. About us. One memory making itself known above all the rest.
July 7th, 2011
This is the worst idea in the history of worst ideas. Trust me I'd know. There is no way she will go for this. I can't give her what she wants! It's three AM and here I am standing on her porch in a tuxedo. A tuxedo! How cliche is that! This is never going to work. I'm just going to go. Yep right now. Once I've descended the stairs I take one last glance at her bedroom window. You have got to be kidding me she picks now to look out her window!? It's three o'clock in the morning why is she even awake? She looks at me confused before she quickly turns away from the window. She's coming down. Damn you super hearing! Now what? How the hell do I explain being at her house at three in the morning in a tux. Oh! I'll just tell her I was on a walk...or that my car broke down. Who am I kidding I'm wearing a tuxedo! I knew I should have just stuck with the t-shirt and jeans. Way to go Damon! Good thinking there! I begin to pace back and forth as I hear her footsteps get louder and louder. Come on think! She swings the door open confusion apparent in her beautiful doe eyes.
"Damon? What are you doing here?" She asks me tiredly as I make my way to meet her on the porch.
"I uh. I noticed when I was here earlier that your porch light was out so I came to fix it." You WHAT?! What the hell kind of excuse is that! You came to fix her porch light at three AM, in a TUX!? Come on think, think, think!
"Um you came to fix my porch light...at three in the morning? In a tuxedo?" She asks while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. What is she a mind reader now?
"Um I uh." I stuttered. Man up dude! This is your girl in front of you. The love of your life. Just ask her the damn question. "Actually I'm here to ask you something."
"Okay. Damon is everything alright? You look-"
"Yeah. I'm great. Never better actually" I cut her off before I lose my nerve. "Come with me." I take her hand in mine and lace our fingers together. She gives me that look again. You know the one where she thinks I'm out of my mind. I lead her to the porch swing and gesture for her to sit.
"Damon seriously what's going on?"
"I love you, Elena." I begin.
"I love you, too Damon. Wha-"
I cut her off knowing that if I don't get this out now I never will.
"No that's not all" She nods allowing me to continue. "I love you, Elena. You are my everything. The light of my life. I would love to spend eternity with you but I know that's not something you want. If I can't have forever at least do me the honor of giving me your lifetime. Elena Gilbert, Will you marry me?"
Her eyes well with tears. Oh no. No, no, no.
"Look Elena, I love you. I know I can't give you the life you want, but I want you. I want to marry you and I hope with all my heart that you want to marry me too. If it's not what you want I understand. We don't have to do this. We can just pretend this never happened."
She just looked at me, tears streaming down her face. I never should have gone through with this. What if she's still in love with Stefan? Is that why she isn't saying anything? That's it, It has to be. She doesn't love me. How could I ever think she would? This was such a stupid idea! Stupid tuxedo! Stupid porch light! Stupid. Stupid. Stu-.
"Yes"
"Elena really we can just-Wait what?" She did not just say is no way.
"Yes"
Holy shit. She just said yes. Twice! I stare blankly at her and I'm pretty sure you would need a spatula to get get my jaw off her front porch.
"Damon? Damon say something."
Present Day
That is the one time I remember being completely lost for words. It took her ten minutes to get me to utter a single word. Nevertheless she made me the happiest I'd ever been. I've spent most of my undead life unhappy and all it took was one word to change that. That was exactly one year ago today. You'd think that not seeing each other would be enough for her. As if. I'm also not allowed to contact her in any way. It's all because of this grand idea that popped into her pretty little head four days ago. She seems to think that not seeing or hearing from each other the week before the wedding would somehow make it more meaningful. Well screw that. She will just have to get over it. Plus sending her a simple text message can't possibly mess with her plan all that much right? I pull out my phone to start what I hope to be a long conversation.
Damon:
"I miss you, babe."
Her response comes within seconds. Hmm I must not be the only one suffering from this ridiculous separation.
Elena:
"Damon...I said no contact!" Not exactly what I was hoping for.
Damon:
"Ouch. That's it? Not even I miss you, too? You wound me." I send with my signature smirk plastered across my face.
Elena:
"Ha ha very funny. Of course I miss you! But talking like this just makes it worse Damon. I said no contact because I knew how hard it would to be without you. It's either all or nothing."
Damon:
"Then come over. I'll make it worth your while ;)."
Elena:
"You know I can't do that. I'll see you in five days. I'm turning off my phone now. I love you."
Well that went well. This girl is going to be the death of me!
The Day of the Wedding: July 12th, 2012
The clock is mocking me. It's like it knows I haven't seen the love of my life in a week. Ten more minutes and she will be my wife. Mrs. Damon Salvatore. Damn did that sound good. God, I just wanted to see her. I needed to see her.
"You ready man?" Alaric asks, walking through the door.
"Yeah." I respond quickly "How is she? She doing okay?"
"Um yeah. She's fine. Why wouldn't she be?" He asked.
"I don't know, maybe she got cold feet. Or she could have been electrocuted by her hair dryer. You never know with that girl she's a walking danger magnet." I replied.
"Really? Electrocuted by her hair dryer? We really need to get you married!" He stated. "Five more minutes of bachelorhood man. Soak it up while you can."
"Ha ha very funny."
A faint cough sounded at the door. Turning around I come face to face with a very uncomfortable looking Stefan.
"Hey, you got a minute?" Stefan asked.
"I'm just gonna go. See you out there." Alaric mumbled awkwardly, closing the door on his way out.
"What are you doing here Stefan?" I asked annoyed.
"I'm here to wish my big brother luck on his wedding day." Yeah right. Like I'd fall for that.
"Cut the crap. What are you doing here?" I asked again.
"Don't you think you guys are moving a bit fast? Are you sure this is what she wants?"
"What are you talking about Stefan? Of course this is what she wants. She wouldn't have said yes if she didn't want to be with me."
"I don't know. She has a pretty spotty track record when it comes to commitment."
He did not just say that. Is he trying to get punched?
"Yeah maybe with you. Last time I checked she left you to be with me. So maybe it's just you. Might have something to do with the hair." I snarl at him.
"I have a history with her Damon. That means something."
"News flash bunny boy, I have 3 years of history with her. You going to have to try harder than that." I reply quickly. "Oh look at that." I state, glancing at my bare wrist. "It's time for my wedding. Unlike you I won't leave my girl waiting. Get out of my way Stefan. You aren't welcome here." I bite out as I storm from the room.
I take my place on the altar brushing off the curious glances from Alaric, Jeremy and Matt.
The music begins as Jenna, Caroline and Bonnie make their way down the aisle. Once they have taken their places on the altar the doors to the church open to reveal the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. My bride. Our eyes lock and all my anger slips away. All that mattered was the girl in the white dress taking her first steps towards me and our future together.
A/N: Thanks's for reading! Review please! I'd love to hear what you think!
