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Damon tried to ignore the weight pressing down upon him. He raised his glass in salute, knowing that his friend would see, knowing that Ric would smile. He took a swig and turned away, not wanting to look too long at the place where Ric had just stood. His gaze fell on the fireplace and he shook his head in wonder and disbelief. He could still hear Elena’s voice. He could still hear those words. He could feel her hands in his hair and her lips on his lips.

I love you, Damon.

He shivered. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry.

I love you, Damon.

Could it be some trick? The last time he had allowed himself to believe she might choose him, he had been wrenched out of his paradise and he had landed hard. But this time, Elena was herself. This time, Stefan had bowed out. Damon felt a twinge of guilt at that thought. But nothing could truly halt his happiness, not Ric fading away or Stefan leaving. He stood in front of the fire, in the same spot that they had stood entwined and he smiled.

She appeared, moving like a whisper. He felt her before he heard her. He always knew when she was near. He wondered if she felt it too, the heightened sense of anticipation whenever they were near. Whether they were happy or angry, whether they hated each other or loved each other, that anticipation was always there. He looked towards her, breathless before their eyes had even met.

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nataliecrown:

Damon tried to ignore the weight pressing down upon him. He raised his glass in salute, knowing that his friend would see, knowing that Ric would smile. He took a swig and turned away, not wanting to look too long at the place where Ric had just stood. His gaze fell on the fireplace and he shook his head in wonder and disbelief. He could still hear Elena’s voice. He could still hear those words. He could feel her hands in his hair and her lips on his lips.

I love you, Damon.

He shivered. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry.

I love you, Damon.

Could it be some trick? The last time he had allowed himself to believe she might choose him, he had been wrenched out of his paradise and he had landed hard. But this time, Elena was herself. This time, Stefan had bowed out. Damon felt a twinge of guilt at that thought. But nothing could truly halt his happiness, not Ric fading away or Stefan leaving. He stood in front of the fire, in the same spot that they had stood entwined and he smiled.

She appeared, moving like a whisper. He felt her before he heard her. He always knew when she was near. He wondered if she felt it too, the heightened sense of anticipation whenever they were near. Whether they were happy or angry, whether they hated each other or loved each other, that anticipation was always there. He looked towards her, breathless before their eyes had even met.

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