Chapter 2

Damon Salvatore stood in his family's library on the other side of the country, looking out the window with a coffee in hand. As he contemplated his day, Stefan walked in. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Pondering the world's existence," Damon replied before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Do you plan on standing around here all day?" Stefan questioned.

"Yup." He sarcastically remarked as he continued to leisurely drink his cup of Joe. Stefan unamusingly rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you worried at all about Klaus and the other originals possibly coming back to town? We need a game plan." Worriedly stated Stefan. Damon turned away from the window to face his brother.

"Okay. First of all, stop with the twenty questions. Second, I have a plan and it consists of turning Vlad Drac and Co. into lovely kabobs heavily seasoned with white oak ash." He stated nonchalantly.

"Do you really think that is going to work? We need another plan. It could never hurt to have a backup." Damon annoyedly glared at Stefan as he asked another question. Especially considering he wasn't really in the mood to have this conversation. Not today. Damon looked at Stefan, giving him his full attention and demonstrating his seriousness about the situation.

"Look, Stefan, I really don't want to talk about this right now and I would really like to be alone. Okay? You can bug me about it all day tomorrow, just not today." Confused at his brother's response, Stefan hotly asked why not. Bothered that his brother wasn't as concerned as he was and wasn't taking their situation seriously, he began to question him further as to what the issue was and what was so important about today. Reaching the end of his patience, Damon aggressively sighed. "I'm not going to talk about this with you. Just go and leave me be." Damon exclaimed.

"No. What's so important about today?" Stefan inquired once more. Damon took a breath before quietly telling him it was the 15th. Confused, Stefan just continued to stare at his brother, like 'Yeah, okay, it's the 15th. What's your point?' Before it dawned on him, a faint image of a young girl with chocolate curls, crystal blue eyes, and a toothy grin filled his memory. Stefan bowed his head in understanding and commiserate remorse. "Today is the day that Felicita-"

"Don't say it." Damon growled. Stefan gulped, realizing he had hit a nerve with his brother. He took a moment to try to tread carefully. Felicity had always been a tough subject for Damon, even when they were humans. He had always thought that Damon would go back to Italy to marry her, despite no official agreement. Now, whether they'd stay in Italy or come back to Mystic Falls was a different question. So when Katherine showed up and changed things, his brother felt guilty for blowing off his childhood friend and longtime love. "Okay. Okay, I'll leave you alone then. I'll just go and meet Elena. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Great. Can't wait." Damon sarcastically muttered as Stefan cautiously backed away to leave. Damon watched as Stefan turned and walked out. Finally, agreeing to leave the older brother to his thoughts and memories.

He turns back to the window after watching his brother leave. Letting his mind wander to another place and time in his life when the world was simple. There was a time when the world's greatest dream was to marry a pretty girl, have a couple of kids, and make a proper living to provide for them. It was late December of 1849, and it had been one of the greatest and worst times of his short life. His father was moving his family from Italy to the Americas. They had been staying with the Smoaks for the holiday season while everything was being packed or sold off. Their mothers had been friends, thus causing the children to see one another often. Damon couldn't remember a time before the move where Felicity wasn't in his memories. She had been seven years old while he had been ten that Christmas season. They spent practically every day outside in the snow, having snowball fights and catching snowflakes. At times, even Stefan would join them in the winter fun. Running about trying to make more memories in such a short amount of time. They built makeshift forts and attempted to climb trees. They even hide in tiny spaces, wishing the world away where it was just them forever. With all the time they had spent together, he had to work on her bracelet late at night. But through sleepless nights and perseverance, he managed to complete it on time. He had spent weeks looking for the stone and trying to braid the strands of leather together, which, despite common belief, wasn't easy. He waited to give it to her until after Christmas, when they were alone, wishing for the moment to be shared between themselves and no one else. He had given it to her at their place in the meadow beneath the powdered snow. He briefly wondered if she'd kept it, but quickly steered away from that thought.

Instead, he reminisced about the letters they exchanged over the years. Which had not been an easy task due to the distance and poor mail system. He remembers once telling her that he would marry her and that they could always be together.

In the morning, the Salvatore family were to set off, the two families gathered in the courtyard to bid farewell to one another. Damon stood in front of Felicita, trying to tell her goodbye. She abruptly handed him a letter and told him to read it later. With a soft smile, he put it in his coat pocket. Both children had gripped so tightly that their parents were concerned they would break. Before pulling out of the hug, Damon leaned in close to Felicity's ear and whispered, "My heart will be forever yours, no matter how far apart." Then she pressed a gentle kiss to her temple before turning to get into the carriage. As they settled into the carriage he peered out of the window and waved goodbye. As they began to ride down the dirt road, he remembers looking back and watching his Felicita ran after them. The horses pulled the carriage far too fast for her tiny legs to keep up, before she eventually faded from view. His mother had tugged on his coat in order to get him to sit down. It was then he pulled out the letter she had handed him and commenced to read…

My Dearest Damiano,

I do not know what to say other than I do not wish for you to go. I will miss you terribly. Please do not forget me. There is a little something to help you remember me by. Please do remember to write, so we may stay in touch. When we meet again, we shall still be friends.

With all my love,

Felicita

Inside the envelope lay a hand-drawn portrait of her with pressed flowers from the meadow across the way. We would often play there, running about. Felicity would often pick flowers and make crowns. Sometimes she would even dance with them on her head, putting on a show for him. Being with her had always made him feel free and safe. The letter was currently tucked away in a small chest with all the others and other momentous trinkets of his past.

Damon drifts away from the window into a reading chair by the fireplace wondering what she would have looked like if she were alive. Would her laugh still be the same? Would her smile still be gloriously contagious? Perhaps her hair would still flutter in the breeze and get caught in her mouth? Or maybe she would straighten it every day like he does to try and manage it. Heavens knows she needed it with those wild curls. She may have even considered changing the color? He thinks she would have looked lovely in blonde, light like the sun.

He can still recall how her smile filled him with an unmistakable warmth. He daydreamed about a life that might have been as he sat there with an empty mug. He started to play back their moments and letters in his mind. He would never reveal to anyone—not even his brother—how much he yearned for the days when they still had their humanity. If they were human, she would have been his wife.

Author's Note: Here is Chapter 2 you guys. Now this story won't be very long. I didn't exactly have a plot in mind when I started it. I hope you like it.

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