"Cute PJs," Damon said with a weak smile.
"I'm tired Damon." Damon gets up and walks towards Elena.
"I brought you this." Holding up the vervain filled necklace in his right hand.
"I thought that was gone," Damon shakes his head, "Thank you." Elena reaches for the necklace but Damon pulls it from her grasp. "Please give it back."
"I just have to say something."
"Why do you have to say with my necklace?"
"Because what I'm about to say is probably the most selfish thing I've ever said in my entire life."
"Damon don't go there." Elena whispers, and Damon takes a few quick steps forward.
"I just have to say it once. You need to hear it." Damon is now standing inches away from Elena's face. "I love you Elena and it is because I love you that I can't be selfish with you. Why you can't know this. I don't deserve you. But my brother does." Damon leans in to kiss her forehead. "God I wish you didn't have to forget this," And with a tear falling down his face, Damon compels, "But you do." Elena blinks, and Damon is gone.
The stinging of Damon's eyes could not compare to the pain he felt in his heart as he remembered the scene with Elena. He loved her with all his heart and all he wanted was to take care of her. Between Katherine and Elena choosing Stefan, the pain was too much. Damon looked to his side where he held of vervain-poisoned blood in a bourbon glass. The tears started to fall as he listened to Stefan say good night to Elena through the cell phone. Damon grabbed the glass and walked to his bedroom where he stripped his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers, with the glass. Damon sat down on the bed taking a huge gulp of the blood. The pain clenching Damon's heart is what he wanted, he wanted the feeling of pain as punishment to forget his love for Elena. All he wanted was for someone to love him. Why couldn't anyone love him? He took another gulp before passing out on the bed, his phone blinking: Elena.
Elena laid in bed, having a minor worry for Damon for not returning her call or her recent text messages. She gave up on any of her worries when she thought that he might be out hunting. She easily fell asleep to the idea.
When Elena awoke the next morning, her phone was buzzing and Stefan's face appeared on the screen. She bristly picked it up.
"What's wrong?" Elena could hear the tired sigh through the phone.
"It's Damon. Something is wrong with him. He won't wake up."
"I'll be right over."
Elena didn't waste no time in getting dressed and running over to the Boarding house. She didn't even ring the door bell, just bursting in and climbing the stairs to Damon's room. He laid peacefully on top of his covers, his eyes closed, his features tranquil. All Elena wanted to do was cry. She watched as no movement ran through Damon's pale body. She saw the culprit in Damon's hand. Blood. But what was worse was the smell of vervain in the blood.