Cannonball

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October 4th 2012.

Thursday 4:05pm.

Mystic Falls.

I grunt in annoyance as a loud knocking on the door interrupts my semi-conscious state as I lie sprawled out lazily on the couch, my injured foot propped up on a pillow.

"Great." I mutter as I force myself up and hop towards the door, freezing surprised when I open it to find a nervous yet determined looking brunette on the other side.

"Elena, what are you doing here?" I look around in slight panic outside hoping that no one has seen her. "You can't just show up here without warning!"

She ignores me and pushes past me into the apartment. "We need to talk." she swings around to face me as I close the door, leaning back against it, trying not to put any weight on my foot. "I need answers."

I sigh and watch her as she fidgets, eager to find out whatever the hell she has came here to find out. "What kind of answers?"

"You know what kind, Damon!" she glares at my pretense to be innocent. "For the past three days I've been trying to wrap my head around why you would risk your own life to save me, it's been driving me crazy and I just need to know why!"

I shrug silently, not giving her anything.

"At first I thought maybe it was some kind of ploy to get to my Dad, for him to know that it was a Salvatore who saved his daughter's life, for us to be forever in your debt." she rants almost without taking a single breath and I see that the amount of smoke she inhaled from the fire has all cleared up! "But then I thought, that doesn't make sense because nobody even knows that you were there! Why were you there, Damon?"

"I was passing by." I shrug casually.

"You were passing by?" Elena looks at me in utter disbelief. "Oh, well that was convenient! Stop with the bullshit Damon and just tell me the truth. Tell me what you want from me, what I owe you?"

I frown, pressing my eyebrows together. "You don't owe me anything, Elena."

"I don't want to play games with you." she loses some of her anger, and it's replaced with tired exasperation as she runs her fingers through her dark hair, pushing it away from her face. "Just tell me your agenda, why did you do it?"

"Why the hell would I have to have an agenda, Elena?" my question shows my annoyance and I feel my voice raising. "Did you ever think through all of these conspiracy theories of yours that maybe I just saved you because I didn't want you to die?!" I snap at her angrily.

She looks startled for a moment, and I watch as her mouth opens and closes as she struggles with what to say next.

"The thought never even crossed your mind?" I ask her and when she doesn't answer I let out a dry laugh. "Jesus Christ, Elena, do you really think that bad of me? That I would just stand around and let you die?"

She looks flustered and I watch as she eventually pulls herself together and finds her voice again. "There were other people outside The Grill who knew I was inside, people who I know, people who care about me, who stood there and waited for the fire services because that's the normal thing to do. Not to go running off through underground tunnels, risking their life for a girl they had a summer fling with and her boyfriend."

"Well if it helps, I didn't actually know that Matt was in there with you." I smirk a little but it soon falls. "Why are you questioning this so much, Elena? You're alive, your boyfriend is alive. You should be happy!"

"I just don't understand it." she looks at me almost desperately.

"You don't have to understand it, you just need to accept it."

"Well I can't, ok!" she practically stomps her foot in frustration. "God Damn, this is driving me crazy! You drive me crazy!"

"Well I do have that effect on people a lot of the time." I grin and wiggle my eyebrows at her teasingly.

Elena groans in frustration. "This isn't a joke!"

"I know that, Elena." I huff, starting to really get annoyed now. "I don't know what you want me to say?" I ask tiredly.

"The truth, I want you to tell me the truth." she pleads with me, her eyes begging me for answers.

I look away, because telling the truth in this situation is easier said than done, especially when you don't really even know it yourself.

Honestly, even if I wanted to answer her, I couldn't. I don't know why I risked my life to save Elena that day, I have no idea what came over me. But the second that I found out that she was trapped inside that building, all I knew was that I had the biggest rush take over me to get her the hell out of there and to make sure she was safe.

How do I explain that to her when I don't know the reasons behind it myself?

"I'm sorry, Elena, but I can't help you."

"Damon-" she pleads with me desperately.

"I'm sorry." I look into her wide pained eyes and it throws me off guard. I gulp and look down before speaking again, my head looking back up at her, a new found confidence in me that I know isn't quite real. "Sometimes people do things without reason, there was no secret agenda, it wasn't a ploy to get to your father. I saved you because I could, because I knew those tunnels went by The Grill and because, maybe, I don't know, maybe I wanted to play the hero a little bit." I offer her with a casual shrug.

"I don't believe you."

"I'm not asking you to believe me, I'm asking you to accept what happened and move on."

"And what if I can't?"

I throw her a shrug and hobble forward so I can open the front door. "Not my problem." I tell her simply and see her entire body deflate. "You should leave now before someone sees you, that's one can of worms that we do not need opening right now. Or ever." I add.

She walks past me and goes to leave but before I get the chance to shut the door she stops and turns to face me. "I know what you're doing." she tells me pointedly.

"And what is that, exactly? Enlighten me, Elena." I roll my eyes at her with a mocking tone.

"You're shutting me out. You're scared."

I scoff. "Oh please."

"That's right, you act like the hard man, the bad boy." she shakes her head at me. "But you're forgetting that I've seen a different side to you, Damon. I saw it that first night in that bar before we slept together for the first time and I saw it again the other night when you saved my life. You can pretend all you want that you saved me because you were simply just passing by, and you can pretend that you don't care about anyone but yourself, but just know that I know different now."

"Oh don't give me that crap, Elena!" I hiss at her coldly. "You can't analyse me, I'm not a project! I'm not some guy in a movie who plays the bad boy but deep down it's all an act and he actually has a heart inside when he magically falls for the good girl. You don't know me, and this is real life!"

"I know you more than you would think." she snaps angrily. "I know because you're the same as me." she tells me firmly and I let out a dry laugh before looking into her annoying, irritating yet inviting brown eyes.

God she is such a pain in my ass!

"Stop trying to find something that isn't there! I saved your life, say thank you and then move on!"

She pauses for a moment, a frown crosses her face and she actually looks a little put out and I look at her confused. "What?" I snap huffily.

"Thank you." she looks at me with wide eyes and I look at her as if she's gone mad. "For saving me..." she expands. "I never actually said it that night, and I haven't even said it since. Thank you, Damon." she sounds sincere and I feel my eyebrows press together.

I wonder how this whole dynamic has just suddenly changed in all of five seconds, but it has, the air is less tense, less angry and it all happened so fast, it changed so quickly. "Well...you're welcome." I reply, unsure of what else to say.

She offers me a small smile. "I'm not done with you though, I still need answers and you will give them to me."

I send her a half smirk. "You'll be waiting a long time."

"Well then I guess I'm just going to have to keep character analyzing you until you get sick of me and actually tell me the truth just to make me leave you alone."

I chuckle slightly and stare at her for a moment. "What happened to you staying away from me?"

"That can be on temporary pause, it's the least I can do." she shrugs with a smile and I shake my head.

"You confuse the hell out of me, Elena Gilbert." I tell her honestly, because she does. Not even five minutes ago we were arguing like hell, and a week ago she was pretending I didn't even exist, and now she's standing on my doorstep telling me that she's not going to leave me alone.

"Yeah well, you confuse the hell out of me too." she shrugs. "Guess I'll see you soon, so we can confuse each other even more." she starts to walk away, giving me a backwards glance as I call out to her.

"Hmm. You like giving out mixed signals don't you!"

"Not as much as you, Salvatore." she winks slightly and I look at her in utter bemusement as she walks down the steps and disappears out of sight.

I close the door and stand still for a moment, wondering what the hell just happened.


So things with Damon went differently than I was expecting.

I woke up in the hospital on Tuesday morning to even more questions, from my family, my friends and even the police.

I told them what Damon told me to, that it was all adrenaline, that I found the hatch leading into the tunnels when I was desperately looking for a way out, that I threw Matt's arm around my shoulder and dragged him out with strength I didn't even know I had.

They called me a hero.

But it was all a lie.

Damon was the real hero, but if it continues his way, nobody will ever know it.

Which brought me to my next question;

Why?

Why would he risk his life to save me? Why would he then tell me not to tell anyone? It's all so confusing, so mind boggling and it was driving me crazy, crazy to the point where I started to feel angry that he was doing this to me.

So the second my parents finally let me out of their sight since the fire on Monday, I went around to his apartment as soon as school was over to ask him that burning question.

It didn't quite work out the way I wanted too, and yet, I didn't feel as deflated and disappointed as I thought I would.

Granted, I still want those answers. I still want to know why Damon saved me, I want to know his real reason behind it and not the bullshit he tried to pass off the truth.

I want to know more.

I want to know more about him.

And that scares the shit out of me.

Just a week ago I was ready to cut him out of my life for good, determined to prove to myself that he was nothing but a dangerous fling who I used as a means of rebellion because I was bored in my life.

Damon was right about that, I am bored with my life. I am pretending to be someone else, someone who I am expected to me and the more I go on, the more I come to realize that I'm not being me.

It's amazing how one moment in your life can alter your feelings, bring out a means of truth, a means of bravery that you never knew was there before.

I'm not saying that I like like Damon, because I don't. I still think he's arrogant, I still think he's an ass and I still hate his family and everything that they represent.

But now I can admit that he was right in what he said all those weeks ago, we do have a spark, and even though I don't want to go back there with him, I do want to know more.

I want to know about Damon Salvatore.

Is that such a crime? Is that such a terrible thing to think? To want?

"Hey, there you are!" I get out of the car just in time to see Bonnie walking down my porch steps. "I was knocking but no one was home..."

"Oh sorry, I just went for a drive. I've been cooked up in that house all week and it was driving me crazy." I lie, just like I have been doing a lot lately.

It's starting to come naturally now.

"Well I brought your homework, you can thank me later!" she smirks at me and I roll my eyes with a smile.

"Gee thanks, how ever will I repay you." I take the folder from her hands and we both go and sit down on the porch swing that my Dad built when we were just little girls. "So, how was it? Anything interesting that I missed?"

"No not really," Bonnie shrugs. "People are still talking about the fire."

"Great." I sigh.

"Don't worry, not bad things, heck, everyone is going on about how much of a hero you are." she smiles and nudges my shoulder and I instantly feel terrible.

"I'm not a hero." I mutter and look down.

"Oh come on! You saved Matt's life!" Bonnie tells me reassuringly. "You're a hero, Elena! Accept it, hell, embrace it!"

I clench my jaw and try to stop myself from saying anything more. "You think it'll have passed by the time I go back to school on Monday?"

"Are you kidding? All eyes will be on you, but don't worry, the novelty will wear off quickly after a couple of days and everything will go back to normal."

"I sure hope so." I sigh and look out across the street in front of me.

"So, how is Matt doing? He's out of hospital, right?" Bonnie asks curiously.

"Yeah he got out yesterday." I frown slightly when I realize that I haven't even spoke to him today or seen him since he got discharged. "I should probably go over there, see how he is."

"I'm sure he'll be fine, he's probably just getting lots of rest." We fall into a comfortable silence as we swing slowly on the porch swing as I feel myself get lost back inside my head, the events of the fire and then what just happened with Damon creeping back inside my mind.

How did we change from being so mad and frustrated to each other to borderline flirtatious in just a couple of minutes? I don't get it. I don't understand it.

I don't understand him.

"Hey Elena," Bonnie speaks up again with a serious expression on her face and I turn my head to face her.

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure you're ok? I mean...I know you're ok physically, thank God, but...what you went through on Monday...I can't even imagine it. I know I probably won't ever be able to understand, but if you ever need to talk about it, just know that I'm here, even if it's just to listen." she smiles softly and I smile back at her genuinely.

"Thank you Bonnie." I tell her sincerely. "That really means a lot."

"Well, you're my best friend, Elena." she takes my hand in hers. "You know that I'll always be there for you, no matter what."

No matter what?

I wonder how she'd react if she found out what was really happening in my life right now.


"How the hell did my life start to go shit, huh?" My Uncle Zach rants as he paces up and down in the parlor of the Salvatore Boarding house. "It's bad enough that I already had Gilbert on my back for the trafficking charges, now I've got this too?"

"How are you even involved in this? Surely this is my Dad's problem." I frown as I sit down on an arm chair, my hurt foot propped up on a pillow on the coffee table in front of me. "He's the one that committed the fraud here, it was his company who didn't shut down those tunnels, not you."

Since Elena told her father, and therefore the police, that the way she escaped from the fire was through an underground tunnel, it lead to them finding out that said tunnel wasn't refilled and closed down all those years ago when they should have been.

Which then gave Grayson Gilbert the chance to open up a full investigation against my father's company, leading them to find out that the tunnel that led to The Mystic Grill wasn't the only tunnel that was still open and accessible.

"You don't get it, Damon!" Zach rants at me. "I used those tunnels, me! I make my damn money getting my supplies in and out of this town through those tunnels! What am I supposed to do now?"

"Oh stop," Giuseppe walks into the room with a glass of whiskey in his hands. "You're way of committing your petty crimes are the least of my worries right now." he shoots him down immediately and Zach grunts and murmurs something under his breath before making himself a drink.

"Did you speak to your lawyer?" Stefan speaks up finally from his place across the coffee table from me as he sits anxiously on the edge of the sofa.

"I did." Giuseppe answers simply. "Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it?" he frowns. "You're about to get charged with committing a felony and you tell me not to worry?"

"We don't know what's going to happen yet, it's a long process." Giuseppe waves him off.

"How did the girl even know about the tunnels anyway?" Zach frowns. "I swear the shaft towards The Grill was bolted up." I stay silent and sit still, clenching my jaw slightly as I feel my palms start to sweat. "How did she know what was behind it to even try and break through it? It doesn't make any sense."

"Does that matter?" I speak before I can even think about it, trying to fight off the guilt from what my actions have caused for my family. "It's done now, the cops know about it."

"Of course it matters, because if someone told her about it then we have a leak somewhere!" Zach argues and I feel my heart start to beat that little bit faster.

"Her boyfriend works at The Grill," Stefan speaks up again. "Maybe he knew something about it, I mean it's not a secret to people that there used to be underground tunnels in this town, people just didn't know they were still around, maybe they took a gamble and it paid off?"

"It just seems fucking typical that it was a Gilbert who put us in this mess." Zach mutters angrily. "The girl should have just died, saved us all the trouble."

I clench my fists angrily at his words and literally have to bite my tongue to stop me from saying anything.

Is he fucking serious?

"There's no point dwelling about it now." My Dad speaks up again. "I have a good team around me, a strong company and a good legal representation. Nothing more than a simple fine and a caution will come from this."

"How can you be so sure?" Stefan asks still concerned.

"Son, I've been around for a long time and look at me, I'm still standing. Grayson Gilbert can keep trying to knock me down, to break me, but I'm stronger than he is, always have been, always will be." he says full of confidence and I can't help but smile a little bit at his words just as my phone beeps.

I look down to see a text from Elena and I look around cautiously to make sure that nobody is close enough to see before opening the message.

I forgot to ask you earlier,
but how is your foot? x

I hide my smile as I type out a reply.

You mean, you never deleted
my number? Elena Gilbert I told
you you wouldn't be able to resist
me and you never believed me!

Shut up ass and answer my
question for once!

I suppress a chuckle and hit the reply button.

;) my foot is fine, thank you for
the concern.

You're welcome.

I shake my head with a small smile before slipping my phone back in my pocket, just in time to see my Uncle Zach looking at me suspiciously and I notice that Giuseppe and Stefan have left the room.

When did that happen?

"What are you up too?" Zach asks curiously.

"Nothing."

He pauses and glances at my sore foot which is still propped up. "You been to check that out yet? It looks swollen."

"It's fine." I huff, the last thing I want is to go to the hospital and get asked questions about how it happened. It's bad enough having to answer them here.

"You never did tell me how you hurt it?"

Point proven.

"I twisted it while on a run." the lie spills from my tongue. "It'll be fine, I just need to rest it."

"So does that mean I can't ask you to push for me this weekend?" he looks a little annoyed by it.

"No can do." I sigh. "Besides, since when did I become your lackey? You know I hate doing that shit."

"Well until Gilbert gets off my back, you're going to continue to do the shit stuff. I can't afford to do anything else right now. No big deals, nothing."

"So instead you've resorted back to selling cheap pills to teenagers and college students?"

"Quick cash, no questions asked." Zach shrugs as he takes a sip from his drink. "It'll have to do for now."

"Right." I sigh and we fall into a silence that I quickly break. "I'm going to get going."

I quickly say goodbye to Stefan and my Dad before climbing into my Camero and making the short journey across town to my apartment block. I pull up in the car park, and climb out, flinching slightly in pain as I put weight on my bad foot.

I look up into the night sky, noticing that it's starting to get a little colder as it grows into October. I lock my car and walk towards the steps that lead up to the second floor of the block and I groan slightly as I make the first step and my foot detests in agony.

"Fucking, stupid second floor." I mutter under my breath as I slowly head up the stairs, grunting in pain every time I accidentally press my left foot down.

Ever tried walking up a flight of stairs using just one leg? No? It's easier said than done!

Eventually I make it to the top, and I hop along the small balcony past my neighbors but stop as I come up towards my door.

There's a silhouette sat on my door step shivering with her arms wrapped around here.

"Elena?" I frown confused, watching as she jumps slightly and her head snaps in my direction. "What are you doing?"


"What are you doing?" Damon looks understandably confused to see me here, sat outside his door like an idiot at ten thirty at night, especially since this is my second visit of the day.

"Sorry." I pull myself up to my feet and wrap my arms around myself again to block out the cold night air. "I...I shouldn't have come." I go to walk past him but he reaches out his hand and grabs my arm. I freeze and turn to face him nervously.

"If you'd just give me a second to unlock the door." he smiles a little and I can't help but give him one back. I watch as he practically jumps closer and I frown concerned.

"Can you not walk on it?" I watch as he unlocks the door, pushes it open and hops inside, motioning for me to quickly come in, probably before someone sees me.

"It's fine, I probably shouldn't have drove. It just needs rest." he mumbles waving me off and goes straight to sit down on one of the stools in the kitchen area.

"Are you sure?" I look at it, even though it's covered by his shoe. "Maybe you should get it checked out."

"I'll be fine." he rolls his eyes. "The real question I should be asking is what are you doing here?"

I stay silent as I think about it. What am I doing here?

After sitting on my porch swing for a bit longer, Bonnie and I both decided to head round to Matt's house to see how he's doing, we invited Caroline along too and when we got there Tyler and a couple of Matt's football friends were already there.

I spent the next couple of hours just hanging out with my friends, we ordered pizza, we watched a movie.

We had fun.

Or at least, that's what it looked like.

Suddenly I had the urge to pull out my phone and text Damon, then it grew into making an excuse and leaving. I drove home, parked my car, said goodnight to my parents, went upstairs to my room before climbing out of my bedroom window and walking over here.

I didn't even really process what I was doing until I landed on his doorstep and found that he wasn't home.

Instead of leaving though, I took a seat on his doorstep and waited.

"People keep saying I'm a hero." I begin with a frown and I watch as Damon sighs loudly. "But I'm not."

"Elena-"

"No, Damon." I cut him off from cutting me off. "I'm serious, people keep on thanking me for saving Matt, they keep on praising me for it like I actually deserve it and I didn't even do anything!"

"Yes you did." he tells me firmly. "You did do something, you got that hatch door open, Elena, you did that!"

"But I didn't! I snapped the knife, and you ended up hurting yourself trying to kick the damn thing down."

"Which I wouldn't have even been able to do if you hadn't of used your initiative to use that knife to unscrew the top nail. Without the top half of the lid being open, I would never have been able to kick it down."

I shake my head and look away. "You're just trying to make me feel better."

"Am I?" there is a bite to his tone and it makes me look back at him. "I just thought I was telling the truth. If you've come here for reassuring words and a shoulder to cry on then you've come to the wrong place, Gilbert. I'm pretty sure you can get that at home or with your friends, you don't need it from me too and I'm not going to give you it so don't even bother."

I stay silent as I think about his words and I can't help the smile that creeps onto my lips. "Thank you."

He frowns at me confused and looks at me weirdly. "Is this another thank you for saving your life kind of thing? Because we've done that already today, and honestly, I'm not used to this whole politeness thing that we have going on right now."

"No," I shake my head and let out a small laugh. "I mean...just...thank you for being honest. I am so sick of everyone treading on egg shells around me, scared that they'll upset me or hurt my feelings."

He shrugs and then motions to the fridge. "Would it hurt your feelings if I asked you to grab me a beer?" I smile again and shake my head and make my way around and pull two bottles out. "Hey, did I say you could have one too?"

"I'd ask, but that would be being too polite for you, wouldn't it? And you said yourself that you're not used to this whole politeness thing that we have going on today." I smirk at him and he lets out a chuckle and catches the beer as I toss it towards him. "So, I'll just drink this and maybe help myself if I want more, ok?"

"So you're planning on staying, are you?" he smirks at me before wiggling his eyebrows and I send him a glare.

It's not an angry one though.

"Don't get any ideas." I tell him pointedly. "If I stay, it'll be because you have a fridge full of beer, junk food and no parental guidance."

"So you're using me then?" he grins as he steps down from the stool and hobbles towards the couch and taking a seat, turning on the TV as he does so.

"Maybe." I shrug with a grin of my own "Well yeah actually, I am." I smirk and go to join him but stop myself before walking back towards his kitchen space and opening the freezer, I bend down and frown when I see there's barely anything in it but I find a bag of frozen peas and pull it out and walk towards him. "Here, put these on your foot."

"Wow, frozen peas? How original of you, Gilbert."

"Shut up, it's all you had!" I roll my eyes and throw them off him, watching as he chuckles before slipping off his shoes and then his socks and I gasp when I see his swollen foot with it's large purple and red bruise. "Damon-"

"Nah uh!" he quickly cuts me off. "None of that now." he waves his finger at me.

"But-"

"No!" he shakes his head at me firmly as he places the bag of peas against his ankle.

"Fine." I sigh and lean back into the couch, trying to keep my eyes away from his painful looking foot, knowing that he really does need to get that checked out but also knowing that I don't want to push my luck.

I turn my attention towards the TV and frown when I see it's some boring TV show about cars. Is he serious?

"This sucks." I huff. "Can't we watch something else?"

"No."

"Damon-"

"I'm sure you have your own TV at home, Elena!" he rolls his eyes at me and I huff and cross my arms.

"Fine." I mutter, giving in and stay still and try to give this show a chance.

After about ten minutes however I can't take it much longer.

"Damon can't we-oy!" I'm interrupted by the impact of a pillow hitting off my face.

"My house, my TV, my choice, got it?"

"Well you have crappy taste." I tell him. "You should watch good TV, it's so much more fun."

"Oh like what? Real housewives of whatever? Or how about that crappy one about-" I cut him off by throwing that same pillow back off him, watching with glee as it hits him square in the face and I smirk in satisfaction at the annoyed look on his face.

Oh payback is a bitch.

"You're going to regret that." He tells me purposely.

"Oh, am I now?" I jump to my feet and move along to the couch that he is sat on as he watches me warily.

"What are you doing?" he asks me suspiciously, his eyes squinted together.

"Nothing." I reply simply, watching amused as his frown deepens and before he knows it I make a jump for the remote control and steal it from his hands.

"HEY!"

He tries to reach out for it again but I jump back to my feet and back to the arm chair I was sitting on, looking at him with a smug grin as I change the channel.

"You can't be serious!" he scowls at me.

"Oh I am." I smirk as I flick through the channels. "Ooo! Pretty Little Liars is on, lets watch that!"

Damon groans loudly, knowing that it would be too much effort for him to stand up and try and steal it back, besides, even if he tried I'd jump straight to my feet and avoid him, knowing he can't exactly chase me with his bad foot.

"You know, I won't forget about this, Gilbert."

"I'm counting on it." I wink at him and watch as he shakes his head before letting out an amused laugh, leaning back into the couch.

"Fine. Let's see what crap you call TV then." he turns his attention back to the television and I sigh contently as I make myself comfortable, my attention now on the show playing.

We continue watching TV into the early hours of the morning and when I start to feel tired I make a stand to leave.

"Just stay." Damon says casually and I look at him with a frown. "Oh come on, stop with the dirty thoughts, Gilbert, I don't mean like that." He rolls his eyes. "I have a spare room, it has a bed...it's not as good as mine, obviously, but you may as well stay over. I wouldn't want a girl like you walking home alone this late and my foot is too fucked for me to drive you."

"I don't know if that's a good idea..."

"I don't care if it's a good idea." he rolls his eyes at me again. "Go to bed, Elena." he tells me firmly.

I sigh before giving in. "Fine, but don't you dare get any ideas, Salvatore!" I warn him. "If I even hear you think about trying to climb into bed with me I'll make sure you won't be able to walk on your other foot either!"

"I wouldn't even dream of it." he smirks at me and I shake my head with a smile before heading in the direction of his spare room. "Goodnight Elena." he calls after me and I stop briefly before I walk into the room, turning back to face him as he looks at me over his shoulder from his place still rested on the couch.

"Goodnight Damon."


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