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Damon Salvatore stood outside of the window, feeling for the first time in a century, hesitation. One fist stood poised for knocking, but he didn't move it. Instead, he stood as still as a statue waiting for her to notice him, even though he could enter at will. She laid oblivious on her bed, doing what she normally did on a Saturday night, writing in her diary and listening to her IPod, but she looked strangely…anxious about something. Damon couldn't help but feel, not exactly happy, but content that she cared enough to...miss him? None-the-less, she was peacefully unaware in the lone figure waiting outside her window.

(3 hours ago, after receiving Damon's message)

Elena stared at her phone feeling unwanted emotions.

She's back. I'm leaving

He's…leaving? But, how could he? How could he leave us with...her? Even in her thoughts her name left a bitter taste in her mouth. How could heave leave Mystic Falls unprotected? How could he leave Stefan again? How could he leave…me? Elena quickly shut down that trail of thought. Whatever Damon did wasn't any of her business.

But Elena had come to care about Damon's well being. She came to think of him as a…friend. But would a friend leave you all alone with her?That nasty voice spoke to her snidely. Elena ignored said voice. Throughout the times she had shared with him, she had come to enjoy the sound of his voice and grew chills in her chest when he laughed. She wouldn't go as far as to say she was in love with him, she was still loyal to Stefan! But she couldn't stop the…fluttery feeling when she thought of him. Now, that feeling was accompanied by a cold wave of fear at the thought of him leaving. Almost subconsciously, the thought of him leaving was accompanied by the thought of Katherine here.

Elena couldn't help but shudder with all of the emotions that sprung up at the mention of her name. Elena…she, she…hated her. She hated how she hurt the ones she loved (yes, she compromised by saying she loved Damon as a friend) and how she left them heartbroken. She hated how she left them thinking she was locked up in a tomb when really she was traveling the world, without giving a fuck about the two brothers that she left heartbroken. She hated how she was responsible for Damon unable to love others and how she made both brothers vulnerable. She absolutely loathed Katherine. And now, Katherine was taking away one person that she loved. But Damon wanted to go. The same nasty voice sneered in her head.

Elena started shaking. No. No. No. NO! He couldn't! He wouldn't! Damon! Don't…please…just don't go!

Elena threw herself on her bed and started to cry silently. She cried about everything. She cried about the things that her lover and his brother lost; she cried about the things she was about to lose; she cried out of rage, desperately hoping that Katherine would drop dead…err deader. But mostly, she cried for Damon. She cried because of the inappropriate emotions that poured out of her chest when she thought about him, things that she was only supposed to feel for Stefan. She cried because she would never get to explore those feelings. And she cried because she never knew if she was going to see him again.

And with an anguished cry, she screamed one word that has left her with all of these intense emotions,

"DAMON!"

Damon flinched as he heard the sound of his name being screamed into the sky. He knew that it was her that screamed. He heard the pain and anguish in her voice and knew that he was responsible for it. Every bone in his body was screaming to run after her, scoop her in his arms and say that everything was going to be okay. But he didn't do any of those things. He stood, still as a statue, and waiting for the sounds of her distressed cries to cease, and when they did, he listened to the rhythm of her ragged breathing, signally sleep.

He didn't leave until the moon was high into the sky and Elena woke up from her pain induced sleep and wrote in her diary, like any other night. If it wasn't for the erratic beating of her heart, the ragged breathing, and the fact that he could hear the music blasting from her headphones all the way out into the forest, he would assume that she had taken the news well. Damon 'tsked' slightly. Didn't she know that it was unhealthy to listen to music that loud? And with that note…

Damon took a deep, unnecessary breath, and jumped out of the tree he was currently perched on. He started towards the direction of Elena Gilbert's house. It was time.

Elena started when she saw the dark, ominous figure perched outside her window, and slammed her diary shut, yanking her ear plugs out simultaneously. She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding when she found out that said 'dark, ominous figure' was Damon.

Opening her window, she greeted Damon as casually as she can, hoping he didn't notice she spoke through the lump in her throat, "Geez, Damon! Give a girl a heart attack why don't ya?"

Either Damon didn't acknowledge her joking tone or he knew that it was not the right time. Most likely the latter, Elena thought with dread. She didn't know if her heart could take anymore distress tonight. Taking a deep breath, she pat down a spot next to her on her bed and gestured for Damon to sit next to her, he complied. Sitting down next to each other was the most comforting, yet awkward feeling ever. It was comforting to both of them because it gave them both the feeling that the inevitable was never going to happen. That Damon wasn't going to leave and Damon wasn't going to leave Elena.

After a moment of tense silence, Elena broke and threw herself on top of Damon. Damon caught her with a brief moment of surprise and let her cling to him.

Elena's fake happy face broke and a whole new wave of tears came. She buried her face in his leather jacket and sobbed. She didn't care that he was her boyfriend's brother and that she cared about him waayy more than what was appropriate. All she cared about was that this would probably be the last time she would see him and that he was here, with her. She sobbed until she ran out of tears, hiccupping slightly, and clinging to the fact that he was returning her frantic embrace. They stayed in comfortable silence, thinking the exact, yet entirely different thoughts.

Damon didn't know what to think when Elena threw herself in his arms. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He was bewildered. Confused. And he cursed the fact that he was having second guesses about leaving. He had to. It was for the best, for her and for him. She didn't deserve him. She deserved someone good, someone to make her happy. Even if, he grudgedly admitted to himself, that person was his brother. He had no doubt that he could make her happy, the proof was right here in his arms, but he knew he wasn't considered 'good.'

She's crying an awful lot for someone who hates me, he mused silently but then frowned, if she hates me, then why is she allowing me to hold her? Granted she threw herself at me.

Damon gently slid her out of his grasp, letting her sit upright. She hiccupped again, desperately trying to dry her tears up without him noticing. A gentle smile, one that surprised him, appeared on his face and he gently wiped the tear off of her face for her. He watched her take a deep breath to steady her voice and waited for the accusations to spew out. Knowing her strong personality and her impulsiveness, he assumed that he was in serious trouble. Bracing himself for the smack that was surely to come, he was rewarded with the most shocking thing he had ever heard in his life.

"Why would you leave me?"

And with that, every shield he had put up due to centuries of hard work, broke down and waves of…feelings came crashing down. There were too many to decipher, all he knew was that he was being crushed, crushed from the feelings pouring down. Wave after wave of pain and hurt crashing down, all of the pain he had chosen to stop feeling came back with vengeance. He felt his betrayal when he found out that Katherine had chosen both him and Stefan. Despair when he found out that Katherine wasn't in the tomb. The fury when his brother had forced him to become a vampire. The fear when he woke up, thirsty for blood, and hundreds of more emotions following. He felt like he was being staked and stabbed by mini toothpicks in all of the available space in his body, it was all he could do to not break down and scream from pain. But…as soon as it came, it went, like a switch.

Instead, waves of – of happiness, joy…love came crashing down. But instead of being tossed into a harsh hurricane of feelings, he was being luxuriated in a gently shower of those emotions. Meeting Katherine for the first time- no scratch that, meeting Elena for the first time. With that thought, all of his memories, the happy ones, of Elena came crashing down. He witnessed all of her laughs and smiles and finally realized….he was in love with her. Startled by the revelation, he didn't snap out of it until Elena's started to shake him. Realizing what she had asked him, he spoke the truth. The cold, hard truth that killed a part of him inside.

"It's for the best…I'm leaving you, because it's for the best."

A/N: This chapter was longer than the first one, but then again, the first one was just an introduction thing…soo, how did you guys like this chapter? Sorry if it was a little hard to follow and understand, I just wrote what flowed through my head. What did you think about Damon "opening up his feelings?" Review Please! It helps me know how I can improve my writing :D