Classes the next day dragged as Elena could only think of the note she found last night. What did it mean; could he possibly be getting his memory back? If he did they couldn't get back together, it was complicated. How would he take the news of her being pregnant and that it was Stefan's? All of these questions floated around her head all day. She cleaned up her desk, another day coming to an end. She was in need for some caffeine and there was only one place she could think of that had an amazing original cinnamon blend.

When she reached the coffee shop she was greeted at the counter by no other than Aunt Shelby, "Hey Hun, how's it going?" "It's going alright." She said, looking over the menu that was hanging on the wall. "What can I get ya?" she asked Elena. "An original cinnamon blend would be nice." She said. She shouldn't have come here, she could only think of him and their one good night before it all went to hell. As Aunt Shelby made her coffee she watched Elena, "What's wrong dear? Something on your mind?" Elena figured she could open up to this woman; she seemed like someone she could trust. "I have a secret." She started, testing the waters. "A secret huh?" Elena nodded, "Yeah and I don't know how he's going to take it. He's starting to remember and I was kinda hoping he wouldn't, it would've been a lot easier to just move on without pain on both parties." "What about you? You remember so why is it ok only if you go through the pain?" Shelby asked, passing Elena her coffee. "Because it was my fault he got hurt."

After spending over an hour explaining the story to her, Elena felt a weight lift off of her chest. She had only told this story to Caroline and Bonnie in confidence, but this felt more real, it was his family. "So what are you going to do?" Shelby asked, now knowing her little secret. "That's just it, I don't know." Elena said. Aunt Shelby sighed, "Well dear, it's not something you need to know right away and sometimes it's better if you don't. Hell if I didn't act on instinct once or twice in my life Damon would never have been born. I was the one who brought his parents together you know." She paused, drying off a few dishes. "It was at his mother's prom. I saw this young man standing near the wall all by himself, making moon eyes at his mother. I saw this and knew it was something I just had to do. I grabbed a hold of his arm, dragged him across the dance floor and cut in where my sister was dancing with her jerk of a date and threw them together. Story short, they didn't leave each other's side the rest of the night. So moral of the story is, instinct is not always the worst thing." Elena listened, finally having heard something to keep her mind off of her own problems.

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Damon paced the floor of the hallway, waiting someone out wasn't exactly the best idea but he was desperate. He needed to know the truth, what happened between them? He didn't know what happened he just knew it was her, and it would always be her.

Elena couldn't believe what she saw; he was sitting on the floor, leaning back against her door asleep. It was the cutest thing she had ever seen. She didn't know if she should wake him, but she needed to get into her house so she tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, wakeup." She said, helping him stand. She unlocked her door and held it open for him. He stood there watching her as she sighed, "You came all of this way and god knows how long you waited, you deserve some coffee." He eyed her empty coffee cup in her hand and said, "You were at Aunt Shelby's weren't you." He said, it wasn't a question. Elena tried to make a quizzical look, "Who's Aunt Shelby, the woman who sold me my coffee?" Damon rolled his eyes, "Don't act like you don't know. I may not have all of my memories back but I remember you, especially your eyes." Elena didn't know what to say, she was puzzled on what words to choose. Elena decided not to say anything even as her heart melted. She promised Rose and that promise was going to break sooner rather than later, she couldn't bear to hurt him anymore than she already had. Even though she didn't deserve him, he deserved to know. So she told him everything, from the day they met to the day she cut her hand, everything. After two cups of coffee for her and just the one for him Elena breathed with a sigh of relief, it was said and there was no taking it back now. Damon sat, quiet and unsure of what to say, "So this really happened? That's it?"

Elena couldn't believe her ears; he didn't find how he almost died good enough? She begun to laugh in an explosion of complete and udder disbelief and even begun to cry. Damon sat there, staring at her as she held her sides as she continued to cackle. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm great!" she said in between gasps of air. After she regained her composure she sat across from him, "This moment has been floating over my head for months now and this was definitely not the reaction I had expected." She explained. He watched her, trying to understand what it had taken to tell him. "Was there a reason you waited so long to tell me?" he asked. Elena sighed, deciding to leave his sister out of it, "I didn't think I deserved you, hell I know I don't. I wanted you to get a shot at a differently life, one where none of my craziness would be remembered. I just knew that there was a chance for it all to be erased, that you would never remember it and could move on and live the life you were meant to."

No one had ever been this nice to him, he thought. Not one person had ever gone completely out of their way to make him happy. He didn't know what to say, he just knew what he had to do. He leaned over the table and kissed her. He kissed her like his life depended on it, as if he let go of her lips he would lose his source of oxygen. He cradled her face in his hand, knowing that she wanted it just as much as he did, knowing how wrong it was but how right it felt. Together they could make this work.

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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this is a day late but I had already prewritten this chapter but then lost half of it so it had to be rewritten. If you haven't noticed I've begun uploading on Sundays, so I'll be trying to get a chapter out to you at least every Sunday if I haven't already put one up. But not to worry if I finish a chapter earlier than usual I will upload it as soon as it's finished and I'm happy with it. I hope you liked this chapter because with fluff must come angst; at least that's how I see it anyways. I'm planning to have just a few more chapters (five?) before this is over and possibly a sequel, but only if enough of you request it. I have a lot of fics I have planned; I just need to write them which always seem to be my problem, too many ideas and not enough writing. I'll see you next update, which hopefully will be tomorrow or Wednesday, so keep an eye out. Until next time, stay beautiful –Marissa3