I had just finished my shower, and was contemplating on which outfit to wear to Damon's job. Why do you care so much? I bit my inner lip. I finally decided on a navy blue and white striped cardigan over a white ruffled tank top, and dark jeans with navy blue toms. I curled my hair, sweeping my fringe over my forehead.

I drove my car into the parking lot, seeing the bold sign that read "Q102.9 RADIO STATION." Damon was the radio host at the station. He had invited me yesterday to visit, to get a feel for what he does. I made my way to the building. Damon was waiting for me by the door; I smiled back at him, his pearly whites, gleaming from behind the door. He opened the door, as I walked through. He pulled me into a tight hug, picking me off the ground. As he set me down, I couldn't help but smile ear to ear.

"Hey there." He smiled back at me, placing a small kiss to my cheek.

"Hi" I smiled back, "So this is where you work?"

"Yes, my heaven on earth, let me show you around." He said, wrapping my hand in his.

We walked through the studio; I saw plaques of singers and bands with top records. I saw pictures of Damon with the studio crew, some with bands and famous singers. I stared in awe at them. We finally made our way into the recording/hosting booth. There was a man "ON AIR", and went off when he selected the next song to play.

"What do you think?" he said, smiling over at me.

"It's very cool." I said laughing.

"I know, I love it here." He squeezed my hand a little. "Well, I have about an hour for my lunch break, wanna grab a bite?"

I nodded my head in agreement, "That would be wonderful." I smirked.

We were driving down the road to the nearest restaurant. The wind blew in my hair; I looked over at Damon, watching the wind move through his luscious locks. His eyes were mesmerizing, I could get lost in them for days. He smiled over at me,

"I really do love seeing you smile." He said

I couldn't help but feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. How could he make me feel butterflies and feel so alive?

I smiled softly, feeling his eyes on me.

"Just like that." He spoke softly

I turned my gaze towards him, looking into his blue eyes. I moved my eyes down towards his lips. I wanted him to kiss me again. It's been weeks.

I felt my breathing getting caught in my throat. We were just sitting in the parking lot of the restaurant. All I could manage to get out was,

"Damon..." it was barely a whisper.

I felt his breath on my lips, the smell of his spearmint gum. I leaned in, kissing him gently. I intertwined my fingers gently into the back of his hair that touched his neck.

He reciprocated my kiss, as his lips moved in sync with mine, but after a few mere moments he pulled away.

I looked up into his eyes; I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so hesitant with me. I wanted him to kiss me.

He spoke softly "That was a surprise"

I smiled sheepishly "It was."

I couldn't hold back my thoughts, "Damon, why are you so hesitant with me?"

He looked back at me, taken aback by my sudden outburst.

"I don't know, Elena."

I could tell by his tone that he was being hostile, but me being my persistent self, I continued to badger him.

"You obviously do."

His jaw became stern. "Elena, you make me hesitant."

I wasn't prepared for that answer, feeling a sting. I gulped

"Why?"

"Remember when we first kissed, you freaked out on me. Sometimes I can't read you at all. Some days I feel as if you want to be with me, others I don't. I can't keep continuing to put myself in that type of predicament." He let out a breath after his angry rant, his ice eyes actually latching on to me like ice, and cold.

"I didn't know this was a predicament Damon. If I didn't want to kiss you I wouldn't have." I spat back.

He opened the car door, slamming it shut as he got out. I followed him, standing in front of him full of anger.

He rolled his eyes "Look, you have the tendency to not know what you want. It has been weeks since I kissed you at my house, and yet you act like it never happened. I took that as a sign. I am not going to lay my heart out on the line to dry while you continue to decide if today is the day you want me." He spat back in anger.

I wanted to run away and cry. I hadn't realized how some of my actions lately had made him feel this way. I was being a bitch. Sometimes I wouldn't answer his calls, if we did see each other; I'd be nothing but friendly. The day after the kiss, I acted as if it had changed nothing. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I was scared, I felt as if I was falling for him, and yet I wasn't allowing myself to be with him.

I looked away, crossing my arms. I felt tears threatening to emerge.

"Of course, you don't have anything to say." He said sternly. He brushed past me, making his way into the restaurant.

All I could do was stand there, taking in everything I had done. I took a deep breath, making my way into the restaurant as well. I walked over to the booth where Damon was sitting, sliding in to face him.

He glanced at me, only to quickly look away. The silence was deafening, we ordered our food, only to sit in the silence as we waited. We ate in silence, every now and then I'd catch him looking at me as I did with him.

We made our way back to his car, and I stopped in a halt.

"Damon." I said, watching him turn around to face me.

He nodded his head towards me, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you." I said softly, taking steps towards him.

He sighed, "Its fine Elena, I just don't like being misled."

I nodded, I went to him, hugging my tightly, laying my head against his shoulder. After mere moments, he hugged me back, laying his head on mine.

We drove back to the studio; Damon made his way back into the station, while I drove home only to be drowned in my thoughts.

It's been four days, and all I could do was constantly check my phone. I hadn't heard from Damon at all. I was beginning to become frustrated. That line kept ringing through my head "I don't like to be misled." I felt as if I was misleading Damon, in more ways than one. I had come out about my identity. I was still hiding my feelings, and even more so Damon's mystical properties. If he found out, somehow, on his own he'd think once again I was using him. He'd say that I only wanted to know him due to the fact that he looked identical to my first love. I was, at first, all I wanted was information, but things changed. I began to fall for Damon, knowing he is different and he possesses qualities I had begun to love.

I slipped on my jogging pants, tank and a hoodie. I drove up the driveway in front of Damon's house. I knocked on the door, anxious to see him there. The door opened revealing a very sweaty Damon. He was shirtless, and the sweat glistened off his toned abs. He looked marvelous, and I wanted to lick every inch of him. His jogging pants hung off his hips, showing a bit of his boxers, but also his angular hips. His hair was sweaty and tussled; he had his ear buds in blaring full volume.

I gulped taking in his gorgeous physic. He looked at me surprised; he leaned against the doorframe, removing each ear bud.

"Elena, I wasn't expecting you." He said breathlessly, but also very sexy.

"I know, I just needed to see you." I played with the insides of my hoodie pockets.

"Well, you've seen me." He laughed slightly.

I sighed, "I meant talk."

He gestured his arm forward, moving away from the door to allow me in. I walked past him, and immediately up the stairs to his room. He followed behind me. I sat on the edge of his bed, as he grabbed a towel, wiping off his sweat.

"What did you wanna talk about?" He said, turning to face me.

He was making it very hard for me to concentrate. All I could think about was jumping his bones.

I cleared my throat. "All I keep thinking about is how you told me you didn't want to be misled."

He looked at me, gesturing for me to continue. "You're right, I shouldn't be misleading you. In that case I think there is something you should know."

He sighed, "What do I need to know Elena." He slipped on a black dago as he spoke.

"You're a doppelganger." I said bluntly. I had to say it that way, or I knew I never would. I played with my fingers, waiting for his answer.

He laughed, "and what makes you say that."

"Damon, I loved the other you. I knew someone who looked exactly like you in 1864. I fell in love with him. This was why I was so resistant toward you."

He shook his head. "So your telling me, one of my ancestors looks exactly like me and you loved him. "

I nodded slowly.

He ran a hand through his hair. "So this whole entire time we have spent together, was because you were trying to figure all of this out? Well what about me Elena, did you think that feelings could actually develop? Or were you just too concerned with yourself?" He said angrily.

I stood up, walking towards him. "It was that way. I did want to know how you could look exactly like him. You two are completely different people. Things changed, we developed something. We have something." I reached for his arms, but he quickly pulled away.

"It just sounds like you used me. You don't give a damn about me or else you would've told me in the first place. You wouldn't have led me on." He stared coldly into my eyes.

"I didn't lead you on, like I said things changed…" but he cut me off before I could speak.

"You keep saying that, but yet I don't know what that means. All you do is hide!" his voice rising.

"Damon, I have feelings for you… I know I do…I just…" I stumbled for words.

"You only think you do because I look like him. I'm just a reminder, a replacement. I don't want that."

"You won't be that…" I felt the tears trying to emerge.

"Really?! Because this entire time you could've spoken up. I feel like this whole entire time all you've done is hide, and lie." He spat back at me. "I can't do this Elena; I can't be the replacement for someone who died in 1864. I have feelings too, I'm not just this doppelganger, or whatever you call it. I have feelings." He gulped. He finally spoke softly "Just please, leave."

I quickly vanished with vampire speed, jumping in my car and never thinking twice about going back. I was stupid. How could I have ever thought that this could work? I'm meant to be utterly alone. I'm a monster, doomed to an eternity alone. All I could do was cry, and weep into my pillow. I couldn't force Damon to understand, and I couldn't force him to be someone he wasn't.

A week had gone by, I tried my hardest to reach Damon, but all my calls were going straight to voicemail. I needed to bury my demons, my worst nightmare. I walked into the cemetery, to the tomb stone; I knew I would dread to see. I placed a single white rose, feeling the tears trickle down my cheek. I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Elijah.

"Elena, I may know someone who could help you." He said softly.

"What could possibly help me?" I cried softly, choking out my words.

"Come with me."

I placed my hand within his, as we made our way over to an old abandon home. A witch appeared; telling me her name was Gina.

"I can help you; I'm an old friend of Elijah's."

I nodded, "How do you plan on doing that?"

Before I knew it, I was complying.

She put me into a deep sleep.

"Elena." I heard a voice filling my ears.

I looked around, taking in my surroundings. Everything was foggy. My vision focused, coming to a familiar face.

"Damon." I said breathlessly.

He smiled softly, "yes."

I took in my surroundings; it seemed as if it was back in 1864, except I knew this wasn't reality. It was day time, and Damon was sitting in front of me. We were by the lake he took me too, before he was murdered.

I looked at him, immediately jumping into his arms. I felt his embrace, as I began to feel tears. "I miss you." I said softly into his neck.

"I miss you every day." He said softly back.

"How is this even possible?" I pulled back, caressing his soft skin.

"Witches have their ways." He said with a laugh. I missed that laugh so very much.

He cupped my face gently, laying a soft kiss on my lips. It felt real, and I never wanted it to go away.

He looked into my eyes. "We don't have much time."

I nodded, "How is this supposed to help me?" I said softly. "It just makes it even worse." The tears rolled down my cheek.

"Please don't cry my angel" he wiped my tears gently with his thumb.

I looked into his eyes as he stared back into mine. "I love you, Elena. I know you will always love me and have a very special place in your heart for me." He gulped, "but I'm dead. There's nothing that is going to change that."

I felt more tears streaming down my face, "I know." I said breathlessly.

"You have to let me go…you have to move on. I want you to be happy, I want you to live your life." He said softly, caressing my face. "My sweet angel please let me go."

I sobbed, "I cant. It's too painful."

He cupped my face gently, looking into my eyes. "I know, but I also know it will get easier…you can't do this to yourself anymore"

I nodded, placing my hand on his. "I love you, I always will."

"And I love you, which is why you have to let me go." He said softly, placing his forehead on mine.

I grasped his hand tightly, as I felt myself becoming tired, and restless. I knew this was coming to an end. I knew I had to let him go. He lifted my chin, kissing me gently on the lips.

I awoke, feeling tears stained to my cheeks. I looked to my side to see Elijah and Gina. I sat up, wiping my face.

"Thank you both." I said softly, "But if you wouldn't mind I'd like to be alone."

As they left the room, I sat in silence. I knew I had to let go, and I felt better about doing so. I had to open my heart completely to my new life. I knew what I needed to do, to get what I wanted and what I wanted was HIM.

~Sorry for the late post, i had a bit of a writers block. I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

I also have a new story idea in mind, which i may post soon but i dont want to lose focus on this story.

Enjoy your weekend :)~