Opening the boarding house door, Damon felt his lips. The ones that Elena Gilbert had just kissed. He couldn't stop smiling, he couldn't get her out of his head.

Her brown eyes, her laugh, she was beautiful. Not only on the outside but on the inside too. She was considerate of people's feelings and he had never trusted anyone as much as he trusted her.

He was drowning in her. And enjoying every second of it.

Walking into the kitchen, Damon made his way to the counter where 3 not-so-perfectly wrapped presents sat with an envelope that was addressed to The Self Serving Psychopath with no Redeeming Qualities on top.

When he opened the letter there was 1 piece of paper that was front and back with writing. He started to read,

Damon,

Happy 172nd birthday. Yeah that's right, I did the math! Hope you enjoy your present, I considered it for a long time so if you don't like it I swear I'm never talking to you again.

I can't believe how close we've come in 3 years. You used to be a bloodthirsty killer and now you're... what are you again?

Oh yeah, I remember now, you're the guy that does stupid and crazy things for the ones he loves, I have proof of that. You're the person that acts like a complete ass but on the inside you're just a big fluffy puppy who needs a hug. OK I'm going to pay for that.

Thankyou for everything you've done for me, for loving me when I've completely rejected you. I feel I can trust you with anything. You know, Stefan used to tell me to watch out for you, that you were dangerous and incapable of love. But over the past 2 years I've realised he couldn't be more wrong. You are the most loving person I've ever met. Even if you don't show it.

The first time I met you I was immediately drawn to your eyes. They're so incredibly blue they almost give you away for not being human. Wait, that wasn't the first time I met you! That crow in the graveyard. That was you, wasn't it?

I think you need to know something. When Stefan told me that you were going to die, something washed over me. Not guilt or pain. But it was like my body realised something my brain didn't. I'm not ready for you to not be here.

OK, this was only supposed to be a birthday card, not a conversation with a piece of freaking paper.

OK, Happy Birthday Damon.

He put the letter down and smiled, the letter only added to the growing affection he had towards her. She isn't ready for him to not be here.

He went to the first gift which was the biggest and tore it open to find a new leather jacket that he needed after his other one was torn a couple of weeks ago.

He smiled and moved onto the second last one, inside was a leather book that he recognized as the same design as Elena's journal only black. A letter slid out of it and he bent over to pick it up.

You go through a lot of stuff everyday; I figured you could find the time to write it all down.

The last present was something that he really wasn't expecting. It was is mother's ring that she was going to give to him but when she died their father got possession of it and gave it to Stefan.

He read the note that Elena had put with it,

Stefan gave this to me and told me about its history and how it was your mother's. I figured I should give it back to the person it was meant for.

He looked at the ring, memories of his mother flooding back to him. It was overwhelming, remembering her. His mother told him to give it to the one he loved.

And he was going to do just that.

Right now.

Hey, this is Gen, thanks to everyone who reviewed, been a bit slack lately but I plan to update all my stories this week, I've made a lot of promises to do that. Anyway leave a review if you liked it!