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POV Damon

Days passed but nothing changed. It was like I didn't exist anymore for her. When I came back from my road trip with Elena, she just looked at me and turned back to her diary. When did things become so terribly wrong?

No matter how hard I tried, I never got a response. Only when I made a deal with Stefan to open the tomb together, something changed.

It was de middle of the night when my bed dipped and someone got in next to me.

"Don't open the tomb…"

I turn to her and put some of her hair behind her ear. Finally she's showing some feeling.

"I have to… I need her Sam…"

She rolls her eyes at me and gives me the are-you-really-that-crazy look.

"What if she's not there?"

"Sweets, where else would she be?"

I didn't get her train of thoughts. What would make her doubt me? She shrugs and sits up. Her long hair blocks the view of her face. (makes me wonder, did I ever describe how Sam looks like except for her green eyes? Tell me in a review if you want a pick or something…)

"If…"

"Sam stop it will you… It's like you know something that I don't and that's not the case right?"

She looks at me again, calculating…

"Sam…"

She jumps up and leaves the room. I'm in her room before I could give it another thought. She's not there. A car races of our driveway. My car…

I could follow her, I could find my own answers, I could fight with her… But just the thought of having to fight with Sam made me stop. I never fought with her. Yes, our verbal tennis was amusing but it's our way of talking.

It's the first time I'm in her room since we lived together in the past. It's cleaner than her previous rooms. Too clean, it's like she didn't live here at all. Just her laptop and stuff are on the desk but no sheets on the bed. Where did she sleep than?

I open her wardrobe but nothing, not even a sweater. Why didn't I notice this in the first place?

"You've got mail."

Seriously Sam, could you be more old school than that? Okay so you liked that movie but really?

I inch toward her desk but it's not my place to open her mails. But hey, she should know better, it's me we're talking about… I click the mail open and read it through.

Dear Sam,

I don't think you got the message last time so let me be so kind to repeat it for you.

Back off

But in the end, who am I to tell you to try and stay alive? We all chose our own path, your picking wrong.

Just remember, we know where it hurts…

We wouldn't want to get that vampire friend of yours involved now do we?

Sincerely

K.

What did she get herself into this time? And who the hell is this K person? Wait a minute, vampire friend? How did I get involved in this too?

Ow little miss you're in trouble once you get home…

Some hours later…

How was this possible? I kept waving my flashlight over the other vampires, looking for that beautiful brown hair but nothing. Elena came in behind me trying to get me to move out of the tomb. But her resemblance just had the opposite effect, it made me want to stay here in the tomb with the others. Like I didn't deserve another chance again on a life or something like it.

Just when I was about to break down, Sam ran in the tomb too. She didn't use words to get me to follow her. She just took my hand and started pulling, knowing it worked better than anything else. She knows me…

Once outside, I just locked down. Words are useless. Elena hugged me but it felt like her warmth never met my skin. Like an invisible border stopped me from feeling warm, alive again. Sam was leaning against a tree.

"She was never in there…"

The words reach me with a pulverizing strength.

"She never looked for you…"

I looked at her pleading to stop talking.

"she never really cared…"

I had to watch the episode again where Damon figured it out she never was in the tomb...

How harsh would that be?

poor Damon...

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