Ana was watching herself and Damon from afar reciting Romeo and Juliet to one another in 1864 – she said it was something she always did with her brother.

"What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel?" Ana whispered in unison with the younger version of herself, a stray tear rolling down her cheek.

"I know not how to tell thee who I am." Damon said as he came up behind her, "My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word."

Ana tried her hardest not to turn and look at Damon because she knew she was dreaming, and didn't want to face the fact that she was going to lose all memory of him.

"I don't want to wake up, Damon." She bit her lip, like it would stop tears from falling.

"I don't want you to wake up either," he whispered softly, "but you can't stay like this, even if it's the only thing you've got." His voice broke towards the end and he blinked away the tears.

"Well, well, well. Who knew Damon Salvatore had a heart?" she turned around to face him and smiled up, her eyes watering.

"I can't believe I chose her over you," he said more to himself and cupped her cheek with one hand, but she moved her head away from him.

"Everybody always does," she smiled sadly at him and returned to watching the Romeo and Juliet recital. Though she looked away once more when Katherine entered and broke up their acting, "Typical Katherine. She always did know how to make an entrance."

Then the scene changed, and they were at the Founders day ball – Alone.

"I want so much to remember all these things but I can't. I can't, because of my stupid decisions to 'be human' and my selfishness. Damon I don't want to live not knowing you. You're my best friend, and I don't want to forget you – or Stefan. I can't just forget everything that ever happened. If people ask for my date of birth, I doubt they'd believe I was born anything less than 1989! I don't want to live forgetting all this, Damon." Tears began to fall again and Damon pulled her towards him, "You're being quiet." She croaked out.

"Ever been too shocked to be able to say anything?"

"Just dance with me, Damon."

The couple danced together as if they hadn't a care in the world.

"I can hear everything you know, in the hospital room. Sometimes I choose not to. When I feel like it I can just turn into this ghost and I'm watching everyone crumble around me... It kills me." She pulled back and looked at him, "You ever tell anyone I said that, and I will haunt you for the rest of eternity."

"You say that like you're gonna die."

"What human survives a truck crashing into their car?" She put her head on his chest.

"You're so stupid. Only you could get yourself killed on the first day you turned back human."

"It's Karma repaying me for all the people I killed."

"Do you think I could compel you to remember me?"

"Doesn't work that way, Damon. It'd be like me having a new brain, the memories would still be there – but I wouldn't. The lights are on but nobody's home,"

"So you'll change?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Will you stop doing that? Acting like you don't care anymore, like you've given up!" He held her at shoulder length apart.

"Who says I'm acting? I don't want this to happen any more than you do, but it's going to. I'm not going to gloss over the facts. Is it weird that I know when I'm going to wake up?" she started to panic and grabbed him, "Damon, I'm sorry. It's pushing you out. I'll see you soon then,"

"Ana! I lo-," then he was back in the hospital bed, "-ve you!" realisation hit him like a ton of bricks and he looked over at Stefan who was staring at the two.

"Damon-,"

"It's over." Damon couldn't take his eyes off Ana's face, "She's gone, Stefan." Anger soon replaced the grief, he jumped up and faced Stefan, "SHE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER CHOSE ME AND SHE'S GONE!" He screamed and surely a few nurses walked in to see Damon furious to which they just turned around and walked in the opposite direction, "And you know what hurts the most? She didn't even care. She didn't care if she died. And-," Damon stopped talking when he heard rustling behind him and she woke up.

"Where am I?" she asked groggily.

"NURSE!" Damon ran out of the room, then back in with a bunch of nurses.

"She'll be fine, just don't startle her. It'll be a lot to take in,"

"Ana, how do you feel?"

"I'm sorry... Who are you?"

That was all Damon needed to hear. He knew he couldn't handle her not knowing him.

Damon stormed out of the hospital and slammed his fist into the nearest wall.

"Damon, I know you're upset about Ana, but don't you think this is a little drastic?"

"A little drastic?" Damon roared, "You do realize that Ana is now human, which means she is again a Petrova Doppelganger. Do you think she has a Doppelganger too? So you can fall in love with her as well?"

"You know me. Always like the real deal,"

"No, Stefan. You always like sloppy seconds, whereas I don't. Let's face it, Katherine was just a consolation prize to you. You couldn't have the older sister so you went for her, but she chose me. And you resent me for it. But you know what? I don't care. I really don't care anymore, Stefan. Because I just lost the only person who I ever gave a damn about!" Damon couldn't keep his anger in any longer.

"You think you were the only one who cared about her? I lost her too."

"The difference is, you have someone to fall back on. Saint Stefan always does. But I'm not so lucky. I had her. Now she's gone."

"You still do have me – Man I can't remember but probably means a hell of a lot to me." She smiled struggling to walk out of the sliding doors.

"They let you out?" Damon rushed over to her.

"Not quite. I can't stay in there much longer, I might just pass out from the depression radiating off of all of the doctors. I thought doctors were supposed to be hot? I guess not. When are my Parents picking me up? Actually, I don't have a clue who I am – Excuse me whilst I go kill myself."

"Whoa, hold on there Dr. Seuss, are you sure you're okay?" Damon asked as she just stared confusedly at his face, "What?"

"I've seen you before... But I don't know where..." Damon had hope when she said that but it was soon demolished, "You used to groom my pets, didn't you?"

Damon was walking through the forest when he found Ana, leaning against a tree.

"Damon Salvatore, what a surprise. I have a big secret. Problem is, I can't tell you."

"You remember me?"

"How could I forget? Oh wait, yeah, right now I'm helpless and I don't have a clue who you are. Sure, okay."

Damon zoomed towards her and pushed her against the nearest tree.

"What aren't you telling me?" he spat.

"Damon," she whined, "I'm human, it hurts remember?" she then flung him away and straightened up her clothes.

"What is going on?"

"I'll tell you one thing, I remember you."

Damon jolted up with no idea what was going on. He cursed when he realized all he was, was dreaming. But he couldn't help but forget about how she acted. She was clearly vampire, but there was something different, something too odd for it to be the Ana he knew.

He ran into the room that Ana was staying in and woke her up, trying not to hurt her.

"What? What are you doing?"

"What is wrong with you? You remember me then pretend not to? That is sick, Ana."

"I don't know what you mean!"

"You said in my dream!"

"Do you realize how fucking insane you sound right now? Jesus, I'm going back to sleep."

Damon slowly walked out of her room with a frown on his face. He was walking through the corridor when he heard someone whisper down his ear.

"Damon," he spun around to find that there was nobody there.

'I must be going clinically insane,' he thought to himself.