Author's Note: I'm so happy that you guys like the story so far! I definitely will not take this long to update anymore. Once again, thank you EmilyStark for the continuous support and inspiration.
Dearest Elena,
Sometimes, there are simply no words that can adequately express the depth of a person's feelings that are plagued by regret, guilt and sadness for a wrong done. This is my predicament now for hurting you so badly when you trusted me so.
A thousand "I'm sorry" I'm willing to say but I know it can't undo what has been done and it won't ease the pain in your heart. Instead, let me write this to let you know that I regretted my actions and cheating on you is certainly an unforgivable mistake. I totally deserve all the anger and resentment from you for what I have put you through.
However, it also pains me to see you suffering as a result of my misbehavior. Guilt burns in my heart thinking of all the hurt that you must have felt because of my recklessness. Each time that I think of you, I get angry with myself because I can imagine all the bitter tears you must have shed when you learned of my indiscretion.
I'm feeling like this because I know there is still love for you glowing in my heart. Otherwise, I wouldn't have cared one bit and moved on. But I don't want this relationship to end simply because I still care deeply about you and love you with all my heart. I truly want you to be happy again with me still being a part of your life.
Well, a mistake is a mistake. I know I don't have the right to ask anything from you when I have foolishly betrayed your trust in me. But if you can find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another opportunity to prove to you how much I love you, I will be very, very relieved indeed. For that would mean, I still have the chance to love and cherish you. And a chance to make your future a happier one with more laughter and less tears.
Lastly, I just want to say that I have faith in my love for you. I have faith that we will overcome the odds and make our relationship even better than before. Give me another chance and I have faith that, one day, we will look back at this and be glad that we didn't walk away from each other.
Loving you always and for all of eternity,
Damon Salvatore
The brown eyes that fell upon the floor after reading the letter began to burn. He knew every inch of her heart, her soul, her dreams, her desires. He knew what made her tick. And that scared her because she had complete and utter trust in him before he cheated on her, so how is she to trust him now?
There was a throbbing pain that was shooting through her heart, bouncing off of every wall, continuing the river of heartbreaking memories. How was she to ever get over the heartbreak that was Damon Salvatore?
Elena could still remember the days they had spent touring Italy, a newly engaged couple happily visiting each famous landmark, their hands entwined.
Italy
His fingers traced the outlines of her lips, softly wiping away the smallest amounts of tomato sauce that were lightly smeared there. She glanced up, their eyes meeting. He let out a small chuckle before brushing the back of his hand against her cheek.
"What would I do without you?" He asked, eyes sparkling.
She gave a tinkling laugh before pushing the plate that once held a slice of Italian, thin crust pizza near the edge of the table so the waiter could take it without interruption. After paying the bill, Damon took hold of Elena's hand, sensing something. She tilted her head when he began to rush towards the car they had rented.
"Why the rush?" She asked her voice full of suspicion and curiosity.
He stopped, sensing her sudden suspicion in his actions, "Look up," She gazed up towards the clouds, which were growing darker by the minute, "It's going to start down pouring very soon." He took hold of her hand once more, urging her to get into the car.
She shook her head, releasing her hand from his, "Ever seen Singing in the Rain?"
He cleared his throat, "Yes." The questions of if the weather had a profound effect on her to cause her to be momentarily insane began to pop up in his head as to why she would suddenly ask such a question.
Elena smiled as the rain began to tap dance on her scalp, "We have the props," She gestured towards the light posts, "All I need is a dance partner."
He thought for a moment, biting his lip as he glanced from the dry car seat to her wet face. The inner war was soon over as he took hold of her hand, bringing her in close for a passionate kiss.
The rain began to pour even heavier, soaking the two until their hair and clothing were dripping.
She pulled back slightly, allowing him to lean his forehead against hers. Pursing her lips together in her own way, she began the scene from the film, "This California dew is just a little heavier than usual tonight."
He smiled, eyes fluttered shut, "Really?" He pulled back, eyes fully open, "From where I stand, the sun is shining all over the place." She started to chuckle as he began to dance with her around the street; twirling and prancing around.
At one moment, with a crowd of people watching, he hopped onto the center base of the lamp post, pointing towards Elena to get up there with him, in which she did. The two twirled around the pole until they were both dizzy enough to jump down back onto the ground where Elena told Damon that she wanted to feel like a woman from his time. He happily obliged, dancing formally in the middle of the street, the only sounds being their feet and the patter of the rain against their clothing and the street below their slowly dancing feet.
Present
She wiped the stray tear from below her eye, trying to desperately forget those memories that would only bring forth more heartbreak for her.
"I must forget." She whispered to herself before standing to her feet to walk towards the fireplace where she threw the letter into the blazing fire.
The answer to her question was simple; there would be no getting over Damon Salvatore, the man who had carelessly and absentmindedly torn her heart apart like a savage beast.
