Present Day

"Okay Elena, I'm going to repeat everything I've said just now back to you to make sure you know exactly what you are getting yourself into," Luke says sighing deeply. He knows this is a bad idea, but aren't all of my ideas kind of spotty? Yet, that doesn't stop him from helping me anyways.

"Okay, one more time," I asked nervously. I hoped it would work. Because living without Damon just isn't an option.

"Liv and I are going to send you back in time. You're going to snap Damon's neck, drag him into the Salvatore cellar, and drive the car into the grill. Everything is the same except the fact that Damon is there. Then once you are on the other side, you'll come back. Damon will be on this side. You have twenty-four hours to accomplish this, if you don't whatever reality you've deviated from will continue to exist. You will be stuck there and it cannot be undone. As I have never actually done this before, I have no idea if it will work or not. Are you sure you want to go through with this Elena?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I can't think of another way to get him back," I say with a tear trailing down my cheek. My eyes are raw from all the crying she has done in the past week.

"Okay, now this part is going to be the hardest, for you to travel in time, I need you to think of Damon. Something he said could trigger what exact time you go to, so whatever memory pops up first will be your best shot because it will be the most accurate version of him."

"Okay, I'm ready," I say breathing out a heavy sigh. I can't help but think of Damon almost dying from Tyler's werewolf bite. That was the only other time Damon was half dead. Now he was whole dead. His flushed face resurfaces behind my closed eyelids while Liv and Luke chant.

"You should have met me in 1864, you would have liked me," he'd said. I told him I did like him, but as his voice continued to falter and fade as death pulled him in, I knew I didn't just like Damon, I loved him. But when he really died, I was madly in love with him. And I am not ready to say goodbye to that. To our love story. The love that consumes me.