Damon turned around in his bed again. It was weird being in jail. The scent, the people and all the time he had. So much time to think of the past the future and what awaited him outside these doors. What made it worst is he didn't get any sleep. All he could think about was seeing Elena again. He didn't know if he could face her. What would he say? Is she still angry? Million of thoughts ran through his mind and he couldn't shut them out. He really needed to get out of here. He was waiting for his brother to get him out on bail if that was affordable. He needed to work and move. Sitting here and thinking was not what he needed. His brain, on the other had other plans and took him back to one of the best nights of his life.

February 9th, 2016

This day could not get any worse. He had just had a huge fight with his dad and was reminded of how alone he really felt in his family. So he did the one thing that can help him feel again. Driving. He could feel the cold air hit him as he drove fast. His blood was pumping and the adrenaline was helping him forget that his father never understood his passion for cars or his hopes to have his own shop. It helped hm forget Stefan's idealistic view on life. He loved his brother but he could never get him to see what reality looked like. Stefan survived his way through life and was not one to be adventurous. He was content in becoming a lawyer, working in a law office and having a family. So all of Damon's anger towards his dad, his habits to live a passionate adventurous life and his need to travel and explore seemed foreign and irresponsible to Stefan. And it was the reason Elena had picked Damon and could never feel anything romantic towards Stefan. She was like him, hungry for life and adventure. A small smile crept on Damon's face as he thought of his beautiful girlfriend. On some days, she drove him crazy, he felt like strangling her but he did love her more than life itself. Being lost in his thoughts, Damon barely noticed he was already home. It was already 10pm but he knew Elena would be awake waiting for him and wanting to know how his conversation with his father went. He really did not want to relive the night and talk about it. As he was pondering on how to address the issue with his girl, he closed the door of his car and jumped up the stairs to their apartment. The door opened before he even got a chance to put the key in and a hand was pushing him inside and wrapping him in a big warm hug. God he needed that right now.

He put his hands around her and chuckled "Easy babe. I missed you, too. And you have me all to yourself no need to be that possessive" He pushed his head back so he could see her face and wiggled her eye brows at her.

She hit him lightly on the shoulder and looked up at him with concern. "So, which are you going for now?" She eyed him suspiciously and went through the list of options." We can do celebratory drinks or let's get fucked up drinks or let's talk about what happened tonight or let's fuck the frustration out of our body or whatever you need right now to make the night you had less awful because by the look you have on your face it does not seem like it went well"

He let out a deep breath and turned towards the window. "Yea… It was a disaster but I really don't want to rehash it tonight. I just need to have bourbon and pizza with my girl on the couch and then go and have the best night in bed" He winked at her and he could see her blush. He can't believe he still had that effect on her after all this time.

She smiled at him and picked up the phone to order their favorite pizza. He just stood there watching her as she finished the phone call and went to fill two glasses of bourbon. He could not take his eyes off her. She just knew his moods and how to navigate them. He loved her so much. She was the one thing in his life that could keep him grounded. He was brought back from his thoughts as she called out his name to come sit next to her on the couch and watch Fast and Furious for the 20th time. God she knew him so well. His drink, his favorite food, his movies, what he needed and when he needed it and she was his. His girl. His initial was engraved on her skin and her nickname on his. He felt like he was dreaming. This really was his life.

In that moment he could not help the words that came out of his mouth "Marry me"

She turned back to look at him shocked "What?"

He felt anxiety take over. He had just asked her to marry him. Out of nowhere. He looked back into her eyes and the courage to keep speaking came back to him. He wanted this more than anything. "Marry me. I know it sounds crazy but this us bourbon, pizza and a movie. I want this forever. In 30 years, you will be all I need. Me you and the family we will create. Tonight was horrible and then I got home and you were here. You know me so well and you complete me. I want to travel the world together, be happy sad all of it me and you. So what do you see Elena Gilbert? Will you be my wife?"

Her eyes were wide and tears were rolling down her face. He couldn't tell what she was thinking and he was getting anxious seeing her silent. Suddenly, all those thoughts disappeared from his brain as her lips crashed down on his and she was on top of him kissing him fervently. She let go of him for a minute looked into his eyes a huge smile on her face "Yes. God yes. I love you Damon . Now, tomorrow, 20 years from now. It's you and me baby. Always"

He took her in his arms in that moment and crashed her to his body wanting to kiss every part of her. They were really going to do this. Her and him forever.

He was nudged back into the present by the sound of another inmate in the other cell next to him. He really had ruined things 3 years ago. He had lost the one person who really made him feel alive.