Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Everyday I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you, until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you
I love you
Until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you, until my dying day
Damon doesn't kiss her then, only rests his forehead on hers. Both he and Elena, rest on each other with their eyes closed. And in that moment, it starts to snow. Small flakes drift from the sky and the stars from the blackest of nights.
He smiles but is confused, "It is too warm to snow."
"It is."
"Elena, are you crying?"
"Yes. I guess I am" She feels silly, laughing at herself.
"I always liked it when it snowed, when I was human. We were stuck inside by the fireplace. Stefan and I used to play chess until the snow stopped. When it finally did, only then would we go to bed. Sometimes we played for more than10 hours."
"Who won?"
"Me. He doesn't have my superb skills at strategy." He laughs, remembering.
She begins to sob all of the feelings from the last weeks just spill out. He curls her into his arms, holding her. The wind picks up and the snow begins to blow in a slow motion circle around them.
"Elena, open your eyes."
"What is it…"
"You can control the snow. Oh wow. "
He stands, holding out his hand to her. She takes it and stands beside him. He smiles at her. "Of all the elements of weather that you could get…snow? Really Elena?"
"I didn't pick it Damon. How can I do that?"
"Because I can."
"What?"
"The fog. I can make a very dense fog roll in. I haven't done it in a while. Not since I …hunted last."
"What, you can control the fog? When I was in the graveyard writing in my journal, that was you?"
"I was so curious about you. You looked so like Katherine, but I knew once you spoke that you weren't her. You were so much more. So lost and confused, but in a good way, like watching a baby discover something new. I didn't want you to see me. I wasn't ready for you to see me."
She stops crying in awe, sticking her hand out into the snow. Flakes rest on her palm.
"No two are alike."
"I know."
"Damon, this is a sign"
"No, it is not a 'sign.' You did it." He says with the snark she loves.
"Listen to me. The snow, let it wash over you. Let it fill you up. Let it sing to you. It is me. I love you so much. "
He does what she asks, and the white flakes rest on his raven hair. He closes his eyes, and in that instance feels her, not who she is now, but beating heart Elena. The Elena whose scent still sends him reeling. The Elena he danced with, her eyes. Her memories….dancing with him at the pageant—she saw right through me, Elena…when she kissed me when I was dying….she knew me. Elena cooking in the kitchen….she played with me. Elena in Denver, she loved me. Each flake is one of her human memories of him…from hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth. She loves me; she knows all of me. He is in awe of her and his worry melts like the flakes, and he smiles. "and I love you. Command me, I'll do anything. It is not me who sired you, it is you who has sired me."
"As it should be. Ok….here goes…don't let this sire bond ruin what we have. This is too right, too magical, too real. Don't ever let me go. Don't ever leave me. Don't ever stop looking at me the way you are right now. Know that I am making my own decisions, and that I choose you."
"Yes, your majesty. I want to take you to my bed and never let you leave."
"Then do it. But wait one more minute. She steps away reaching into her pocket and pulls out a very long silver chain with an antique onyx at the apex. It is dark and deep and beautiful. She places it around his neck.
"Where did you get this?"
"It is your Christmas present. My father wore it for as long as I can remember. My mother gave it to him. And I want you to have it."
"I know this necklace, Elena. (long pause) It was my mother's. She said that it reminded her of me."
"Then we both, the necklace and I have found our way back to you."