Remember:

"Not another storm" I didn't know why I said that out loud. But no one could have heard it. Except Stefan who was now dancing with a rather tipsy Meredith. These storms were weird. They were bad but not too bad. In a way they were comforting yet disturbing. The sky wasn't usually red during a storm. And I didn't see a hint of green. That was good. No sudden tornado attack. I laughed at myself. I had not done that in ages. "funny" I just spoke to myself-. That wasn't me who just spoke. I just froze. I recognised the voice but I couldn't put my finger on who it was. I didn't want to look up. I did...

"Damon!" he was back. Damon was alive. How, when, why all these questions filled my head but ignoring them I ran towards him with my arms open. He didn't move. He was supposed to run towards me and hold me in his arms and tell me that he was back. I froze again. "Damon?" he didn't act like he remembered me. Did he remember me? "Damon, please talk to me" I said slowly walking toward him. His face was blank and he had no expression. It was slightly disturbing to see him like this.

"Who are you?" how could he ask me that? He didn't remember me. How could he not remember me? It wasn't fair. A whole month and he couldn't remember me. Without thinking I grabbed his leather jacket and ran into the garage. If this was the Damon I remembered he would have me pinned down on the floor, covering me in death threats. But he wasn't. Sure he looked like Damon, smelt like Damon even sounded like Damon. But he wasn't my Damon. He was Damon's body, but just a shell. Surely someone was doing this to be cruel. How did he come back? Was he actually Damon?

"are you Damon?" I squeaked. Why did I always speak high when nervous?

"I think...I am yes." I couldn't have been Damon. My Damon would have been sure of himself; he would have given me a cocky smile and made a rude remark of some kind. This Damon did none of those things. He just stood there. I loved him. I loved him so much. I was so desperate I had to ask again.

"Are you Damon?"

"Yes" he said back automatically probably out of the shock of how harsh I said the question. I couldn't help it. I wanted him back. I'd do anything. I was about to ask do you love me but I thought that that would be a bit inappropriate considering he didn't even know my name.

"Why are you here?" I had to ask. If he didn't remember me then why was he here?

"You saved me" what! Was he mad, I killed him? Well, kind of.

"Who saved you" I asked. He seemed to be like a little child. Much like the one in his head.

"My princess and my redbird" omg. He remembered us just not who we were. "the two young maidens saved me"

"How" I pleaded griping his face with all my life.

"I...I don't know" this Damon was so sweet but I wanted him to remember. How could I make him remember? I know... Remembering how he used to kiss me I crushed my lips against his. It was a tense kiss. Why could he not remember me? I was Elena his only love how could he not remember. As I pulled away, Damon's eyes opened. He bent his head over to my ear and whispered,