Don't Leave Me
A breath.
A whisper.
A touch.
He can't be gone from my life.
He can't be where no one else can see him.
In a world that even the witches can't reach, something far beyond the purgatory of the other side.
Why did this happen?
How could it happen?
How could Liv stop doing the spell right before he was supposed to be back?
No.
This is too much.
My life, is and has always been, a never ending funeral of the people that I love.
Somehow I never dreamed that Damon would be one of the lost.
Somehow I never imagined he would be one of the ones to leave me.
Not by his choice, certainly, but through circumstances beyond both our control.
'Please. Come back to me.'
I sob as though that action will bring him back, which is of course impossible. Not when the other side has their say, and is destroying itself by the millisecond.
He has never not come when I called for him.
I beg him with everything I have in me, to come back, and this one time, he is literally unable to.
My best friend.
The person that I once despised.
The person that I grew to be friends with.
My protector.
The one person who vowed to keep me alive even if it meant my future wrath later on.
The one who swooped me up off the ground, risking pain and burns when Enzo kidnapped me and Stefan, before safely returning me to my dorm.
My Boyfriend.
Before I was afraid.
Afraid of what people would think of me if I followed the instincts that were burning like lava beneath my veins.
Stefan was the safe choice.
The one who had seen me through the worst of the worst after my parent's died, and slowly returned me to that semi-normal place again.
He was my first love. The love that had sustained me and healed me.
Damon was and is my soul-mate.
Once I finally overcame that pull that held me back from admitting my true feelings for him, our relationship evolved and blossomed from there. It would never be perfect when we were both stubborn and set in our own ways, but we're real.
Now?
Now what do I do?
He's lost to me.
And I'm lost.
Please come back to me...