Hey guys, I know this chapter is super super short, but I promise the next one will be much longer.
I seriously dont know where im going with this story, but I guess time will tell, right? :)
Well, I hope you enjoy, and I prmise the next chapter will be way longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries, or the characters.
Bring. Bring.
"What?" Stefan asked annoyed.
Damon walked into the living room, trying his best to avoid any contact with sunlight, Stefan wasn't the only one annoyed, "Where are you Stefan? I'm trapped at the house, I'm getting really bored and really impatient, and I don't do bored and impatient. Bring me my ring!"
Without another word, Damon ended the line, "Dammit!"
Damon sighed as he looked around the house, lazily filling his glass with bourbon. Raising the glass cup, he stared at the liquor intently, brows arching.
"Damon…"
"I love you…"
The grip on the glass tightening, as his arm swung to his lips, the bitter liquid pouring down his throat, his eyes wandering around the room, only to meet with familiar blue ones, over and over again. In every corner, stood Caroline, arms out, welcoming him, "I love you, Damon."
No…no… None of this is real… It's your head messing with you…
He took a swing of the liquor in the glass once again, body tensing as he felt a hand caressing his cheek. Opening his eyes, he softened, relaxing into her touch, staring into her innocent eyes praying for love.
"Do you love me?" she asked softly, looking up at him in sadness, causing him to gulp.
"No…" Damon stated simply, looking at her with no guilt what's so ever, trying to find any hint of emotion in her eyes.
Damon's eyes closed tightly shut, as he felt her hand move away from his reach, her presence not there anymore. Opening his eyes to come across nothing, but the sound of her heartbeat still ringing in his ears. Flinging the glass of bourbon against the wall, hands going through his hair in frustration.
No! I don't love her! I don't!
Caroline didn't know why, but here she was, outside the boarding house. She had to see Damon, confront him. After everything that happened yesterday, she needed an explanation. She knew that there could be a risk to all of it, just being a few feet away from the doorway, but she had to, she had to know if he was alright… or if he was once again locked up… even if he were to ever attack her… kill her…
She hesitantly opened the door, not even bothering to knock or ring the door bell, she walked in the boarding house slowly and quietly. And there he was, sitting there, drinking his sorrow away, it didn't even seem like he noticed that Caroline had come in.
"Damon…?" Caroline called out hesitantly, only to be met by expressionless blue eyes.
Caroline's brows furrowed, as he just simply looked away, taking another swing of the liquor bottle he held in his hand.
"Are you okay?" Caroline asked softly, clearly concerned.
She grew into more confusion, as he didn't respond, almost as if he was ignoring her. She walked up to him, sitting next to him on the sofa hesitantly, observing him as he simply looked ahead, expression unreadable.
Caroline place her hand on his knee reassuringly, "What's wrong, Damon?"
Silence.
"Damon-"
"Leave me alone, Caroline!" Damon snapped, finally looking at her, eyes wide, frustration growing.
"Damon, what happened-" Caroline was yet interrupted by Damon once again.
"Leave, Caroline!"
Caroline could feel the anger raising through her veins, "What's your problem Damon! I try so hard! So hard to just help you, be there for you! But all you do is push me away! Why?"
"Because your not Elena!" Damon snapped back, regretting it instantly as he saw the pain in her eyes. She was real, that pain was real, she was Caroline, the real Caroline. Not the figure that tormented him every second of his time, for the past night and day. She was here, and was alive and breathing. She was the one who loved him…
Damon's eyes softened as her hand whipped away from his knee. She rapidly got up, running away from the boarding house… from him…
He didn't stop her, watching her run away, he deserved to be hated… not loved…
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