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3 Years later

He needed a break. Needed to see anything that didn't scream Elena. For past three years he had watched over her friends, her people, her town. Everything her. Once Ric had confirmed that they had made it to Colorado he never called again. The very clear direction of get to Colorado, then leave as soon as possible and tell no one. So he never searched for them, not once. All he did was make sure Klaus thought she was dead; even having a funeral in the town for the whole family.

Stefan didn't stick around much after that night. Coming and going mostly with Katherine. Why not at? He would tell Damon. But once a year he would always show, Elena's birthday.

It was if they both thought she would somehow come home. The last two years they would sit in her kitchen and wait. No words between them, they weren't needed. The day would go, the night would come, but never any Elena. Those were the worst for Damon.

Every time he would come by her house he would see her face. That beautiful face, with those amazing lips telling him that she loved him. As much as he wished he could compel this love away, this hurt away. He couldn't, he wouldn't. The feelings that she awoke in him was the closest to human he had felt in a hundred years and he couldn't let that go. She wouldn't want him to. But this birthday would be her twenty first. He couldn't be here for this one. So he went south.

Walking on the cobblestones of River Street was a feeling he had been missing. There was something about Georgia that pulled at his heart strings. Maybe it was all the history of the city. Maybe it was all the memories of his past that lingered in its air. Either way he had decided to come to Savannah. Atlanta's memories still too vivid.

The cool whip of salty air filled all of his senses. A smile spread across his face and filled his eyes. Everything here was so much calmer, laid back. She would have loved this, he thought to himself. He leaned back against an old oak tree and closed his eyes. Her laugh suddenly invaded his thoughts. Get a grip Damon, I think you are really starting to lose it. But there it was again. Her laughing.

He stood straight and quickly scanned the faces of all the people passing. There she was, just walking down the street. Her face was beaming with happiness. Her long brunette hair flowing in the breeze. Beautiful.

"O my God." He whispered.

His eyes following every movement she made. Taking deep breaths every step she got closer to him. What the hell am I supposed to do? She doesn't know who you are. Damn it he screamed inside. He froze as she walked in front of him.

"Wow." Shit did I just say that. Her eyes locked with his, as she slowed to a stop. An in that second the world stopped for Damon.

The people didn't exist, the wind didn't blow, hell the only light that was needed was the one shining over her. She had stopped walking.

"Elena?" Damon hadn't even noticed that she had been walking with two other girls. Not that they mattered.

"O." Elena smiled at Damon. Her friends were a few steps in front of her, oblivious to what had happened.

"Sorry." She said blushing. This can't be happening. He gave her his classic smirk. "No problem ma'am." God her smile is intoxicating. Elena laughed a little.

"You just look so familiar. Have we met before?"

Damon looked at her more intensely, unbelievably the events that were unfolding.

"Elena, we are gonna be late." One of her friends was calling behind her. But the two of them couldn't stop looking at each other.

"My name's Elena Gilbert." She said extending her hand to his.

"Damon Salvatore." He smiled taking her hand in his. STOP! Too late, her hand rested in his as he slowly pulled it to meet his lips. A jolt of memories flooded his mind, sending a feeling of joy straight to his dead heart. Someone coughed behind them.

"Deajavou" Damon said barely audible. Elena smiled at him taking her hand back.

"Lisa, um, this is Damon Salvatore." Lisa looked at him once. "Nice to meet you. Elena we really have to go."

"Ok,Ok. It was nice meeting you Mr. Salvatore."

He smiled down at her as she turned to leave. "Pleasures all mine."

Magic, being next to her again was pure magic. She looked so care free, so natural. He couldn't remember the last time he smiled so much. Suddenly she was coming back to him.

"Hmm, could I give you my number?" Now look what you've done! But there was no way he was gonna deny her anything.

"Well I should've just asked." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She laughed taking a pen out of her bag. He bared his arm to her to write on.

"Ok." Was all she said then she took off with her friends. Damon leaned back against the tree and looked out onto the river. Finally she was back.