A/N: This chapter is extremely short, but I wanted to post something for you guys since I'm so slow at uploading! I hope you enjoy this little DamonxKeira moment. There's more coming!

A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather; I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, but I'm holding you closer than most, 'cause you are my heaven. – Ron Pope

If I move, I think I might turn around a run away. If I talk, I don't know what I would say. I want to touch him. I want to make him feel better. I want to take away his pain, the pain I caused.

But I can't, I can't change any of this.

"She never loved me."

It seemed like hours had passed since Stefan left me in the forest with Damon. Neither of us had spoken, neither of us had moved an inch. So it completely caught me off guard when Damon spoke. His voice was husky and strained with mixed emotion. His back was still facing me, his shoulders slumped forward.

"She knew where I was, yet she never came."

I didn't know how to respond, I was overwhelmed with guilt.

"Was I not worth it?" He gazed over his shoulder. His blue eyes were hazy.

"She by no means deserved you." I confessed delicately, "From the moment she placed a hand on you, I knew she did not have your best interest in mind."

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes fluttered. I could smell his aroma; I could feel the heat of his body against mine. The only thing I could see was those hypnotizing eyes; his breathing was all I heard. He remain motionless a couple of inches away from me. His swift movement created a small gust of wind and it caused my hair to flutter around my face.

"I wanted her to love me," he tilted his head sideways; his brows knitting together in puzzlement, his eyes were glossy, as though he had been crying for an extensive amount of time. His hand found its way to my pale cheek and he brushed my blond hair behind my ear. "I want her to love me."

I inhaled slowly and my hand found his, "I wish you didn't" I guided his hand away from me and I took a step back. "I wish you would have loved me. Oh God, I wished you would have picked me." I spun around so my back would face him, "Every time I saw you with her, I wanted to drive a stake through her heart. You can't grasp how hard it was for me to watch her toy with you. When you died trying to save her…I…I still can't explain how I felt." I looked over my shoulder, the corners of my mouth twitch into a tiny smile, "But she made you so happy. The way you looked at her…" I turned around; he was standing still, so still you could've mistaken him for a granite statue. "I couldn't take that away from you. The moment I saw her, I wanted to tell you and Stefan, I couldn't though."

"Why didn't you?" He hissed through his clenched teeth.

I let out a single, humourlessly, chuckle. "Would you have believed me?" I nervously passed my hand through my hair, "After I left you, it seemed ridiculous at the time."

An exceedingly ear-slipping noise echoed through my ears. This time, I wasn't caught off guard when Damon was once again near me. His arm was half way through the enormous tree that was too my left, his fist missing my face by less than a few millimetres. A piece of the shattered wood left a cut on my cheek. "Damon!" The fact that he had deliberately hurt himself had caught me off guard. When he pulled out his arm from the trunk behind me, it was full of cuts and blood. "Are you insane?" I grabbed his wrist and started pulling out the shards of wood. I sensed the weight of his body forcing me against the tree and to let go of his arm. His head rested on my shoulder and his body quivered faintly. I encircled my arms around his chest and embraced him affectionately. His arms stayed motionless to his sides.

"I'm so sorry." I lifted my eyes to the cloudy sky; warm tears streamed down my cheeks. "I'm sorry" I whispered into his hair.

We both stayed still for a few minutes. I could smell the humidity in the air and it was obvious that the rain was going to fall shortly. The sounds of the forest invaded my hearing; the rustling of leaves caused by the warm wind seemed to calm my racing heartbeat. I inhaled slowly and deeply. As much as I felt guilt overwhelming my being, there was also a sense of gratitude. I was so glad that it was over. I had no more lies, no more secrets to hide. After all that had happened, Damon was with me. He was safe. He wasn't with her. As I exhaled, the rain came down pouring.

I pushed on Damon lightly so he would look at me. "You should go back home, back to Stefan…" I suggested.

Once more, Damon's hand found itself to my cheek. His fingertips wiped away the tears that still lingered on my pale cheek. The wounds caused by the tree had disappeared. His eyes stared into mine intensely. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't bear to look away. I was scared that if I did, he would be gone. At the same time, something tugged in my chest when his face was closing the gap between us.

"Don't do this to me." I whispered. "Don't do something you'll regret."