"So, what exactly do we plan on telling Damon if we find him? I mean we can't just go up and say 'Damon, I know Connie kicked you out her life and wanted nothing to do with you but now she's changed her mind and wants you back because without you she's unhappy. Oh and never mind the fact that she may have hurt you in the process, just forget that HUGE detail.' "Caroline stated sarcastically.
"WHEN we find Damon we will just explain everything to him...tell him the truth. Without him Connie just isn't herself." I said.
"You think he'll come back for her?" Tyler questioned.
"If you haven't noticed Damon feels for Connie, far more than he's ever cared for anyone." Matt says glancing at me.
"He may even be in love with her. And because he loves her he will deny any and every thing he feels for her. With the exception of Connie, Damon is the most stubborn person I've ever known, he won't give in to easily." Stefan says.
I sigh, "So, because he loves Connie he won't return to Mystic Falls?" I questioned.
"I'm afraid so." He states.
"What are we going to do then if Damon doesn't return home? Connie, she's... I've never seen her like this before...it's like she's- I can see her dying inside. Her eyes no longer hold the light they once had in them." Matt says gazing at Caroline.
Stefan sighed, "Well then we need to get going if we're wanting to find him soon." He said.
Three Weeks Later:
"He better be here or I'm going to rip his arms off." Caroline groaned.
"Calm down, Caroline." Tyler groaned.
Caroline glares at him before appearing before him, "My best friend is dying and you want me to CALM DOWN?" She snarled with hatred.
Tyler took a step back, "My bad, I did not mean to upset you." He replied, raising his hands as if to surrender.
"Caroline, calm down, we all care about Connie. Tyler didn't mean any harm." I spoke softly.
With a long sigh, Caroline face palmed herself and placed her head between her knees, "I'm sorry, I'm just...we really need to find Damon." She says.
As if on cue, a voice sounded in the room, "Find Damon for what?" Everyone got to their feet as Damon stood in the doorway of the living area.
"Damon." I spoke softly, taking a step forward.
His eyes met my gaze, life no longer in them, the light that once sat in his eyes gone, "What are you doing here?" He groaned as he walked over to a table, displayed with liquor, and poured himself a glass of Bourbon.
"We need to talk, brother." Stefan says, taking a step forward as Damon took his seat in the chair that was once occupied by Matt.
He sighs, "What can there possible be for us to talk about, little bro-"
"It's Connie." Stefan blurts, his eyes never leaving Damon's face as his ever muscle and bone stiffened and his lips set into a hard line.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Damon gazed up at his brother, "What about her?" He questioned.
"She's sick." Matt says.
Damon brought the glass to his lips, "And why does that concern me?" He questions before taking another sip from the glass.
"She needs you, Damon." I blurt out, moving to stand in front of him.
He scoffs, "She told me to get out, out of her room, out of her house and out of her life; she got what she wanted." He got to his feet and moved to pour another glass of Bourbon.
Stefan was right.
He's denying his feelings for her.
"Damon, she's dying!" I snapped, fed up with his attitude, "She's dying and she needs you! She's different, she's not like herself and it's scaring me! I've never seen her like this and I want it to stop!" I snapped, a single tear running down my cheek.
Meeting my gaze, his expression seemed to soften, "Elena-"
"Look, I know she hurt you Damon but right now she needs you. She hates what she did to you, she hates that she treated you the way she did and regrets ever doing so. I know you're angry with her but please, you have to come back, you have to help her Damon." I pleaded with him.
He shook his head, "Elena, I - "
Take a guess on what Damon chooses to do next!
