A.N. A very short drabble. Takes place after season 2 premiere.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing. And I stink at grammar.
I didn't know I could feel this way. Sure, after she left the first time, I was hurt. But I searched for her. When I found out she had been alive for all this time. I felt betrayed. But I knew there was a chance she'd come back. But this? This was pain. Raw, unforgiving pain. Surly this justified my actions, right? The boy lay there, unmoving, still. And she wept. That doppelganger, that tease, that temptress wept. And I know I'm not right. How could I be? Nothing every worked in my favor. I kissed her. And she rejected me. She says she cares, but she can't. If she cared, she would show it.
So, I do the only thing I can think of. Once again, I run. This is the way the great Damon Salvatore deals with his problems? He runs? Yes. When your life has a switch, you have to. Because it's easy. It's the only thing I know. Turn it off, rely on your animal instincts. And hunt. Feed on every living creature that gets in your way. That's what I've been taught. That's what I do. I am an animal. A monster. I do not feel. I do not care. I do not help.
Up until this point, she's begged to differ. Now she cries. I've placed my heart in her soft hands. Now it's her choice. Does she protect it with her dying breath? Or will she drop it? Will she let it break against the ground? I hope not. Because if she does, I don't think I can find the strength to patch it back together again. I linger outside for a moment, listening to her cry over her brother, into my brother's shoulder. And I hear her choice. My glass heart shatters. The cracks have become to much. Her hate has destroyed me, in a way I didn't know possible.
Not even the familiar burn of alcohol sliding down my throat can ease this pain. Nothing can. Everyone I've ever loved has left me. They've turn against me, hurt me. And I don't know if I can bare it any longer. But, once again, I'll put on my best face. Give them a show. Because for all they know, it could be my last performance.
A.N. So, what do you think? To dramatic? I did the best I could to portray Damon's feelings. Let me know how I did, if you enjoyed, ect. Thanks for reading.