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Seeing Elena so heartbroken had nearly broken my own non-functional heart. The way she looked at me when she accused me of leaving her once again, it made me feel this overwhelming urge to protect her no matter what. Even from myself. She just couldn't ever look that way again.
And what was that whole deal when she still thought I was dead. She thought she was dead too. "Is this heaven?" She had said. Did that mean to her that heaven was being with me?
No, of course not. That was ridiculous. Elena had made it very clear on numerous occasions that she didn't feel for me the way I felt for her.
But, but lately I hadn't been so sure about that. Lately, I had seen her looking at me the way I looked at her. We had so many almost moments. So many times where we had almost gone from being friends to more than that.
Too many times to simply brush the thought away.
My mind was interrupted by the sound of her heartbeat and footsteps growing closer. I listened to her pounding down the stairs. And so I heard the slight irregularity in her steps, predicting her tripping and breaking her neck. I signed heavily before super-speeding over to the stairs to catch the love of my extremely long life.
Was I really just going to sit here and let him walk away? I need to tell him something important, and I was missing my chance. I didn't want to live my dream, I didn't want to ever feel that way again.
So I got my stupid ass up and went after him.
I tripped running down the stairs, and surprise surprise, he was there to catch me. He gave me a look that suggested he thought I was constantly trying to kill myself. And I honestly didn't know what kind of look I was giving him.
"Damon," I breathed. "I need to talk to you about something." Instead of setting me down at the stairs, Damon carried me to the kitchen and sat me down on the counter.
"Talk away, Elena." He said as he turned his back to me to make some coffee.
"Well," I started fidgeting with my fingers. "Damon, in my dream I truly believed you were dead. And the pain and sadness, it was unbearable. And I, I made myself a promise, a vow. I told myself that if I were to get a second chance, if I were to see you again, I would be completely honest."
"Elena, when have you ever not been completely honest with me?" He asked, and if I hadn't known any better, I would have said his voice sounded slightly scared.
"Since the moment I met you. But it's not just you I've been lying to, I've been lying to everyone else, too."
"About what?" He said quietly. And this time I was sure I saw fear in his eyes. Why was he scared?
"About having feelings for you, about being attracted to you," I said as I moved closer to him. He stood frozen in spot. I kept walking towards him until my lips were a mere breath away from his. "About being in love with you." I had barely finished my sentence when his lips were suddenly upon mine.
We kissed for a long time before he suddenly broke away. His lips instead traveled along my neck to my collar bone and up again. "Say it again." He breathed against my skin, causing me to shiver all over. I didn't have to ask what he was talking about.
"I love you, Damon Salvatore. I have since that trip to Georgia when Lexi's boyfriend was about to kill you. And I saved you. I saved you because I loved you." He didn't say a word, only looked into my eyes with lust, and more than that, love. And then he picked me up once again and carried me back to the bedroom I started my morning in. And I hoped that I would be spending more mornings in that room. :)