Wise men say,

Only fools rush in,

But I can't help falling in love with you,

Damon listened to the beeps of the machines that were just barely keeping her alive. He wasn't allowed in her room, though he so desperately wanted to be. He wanted to be right by her side, and hold her hand. But there was no way her mother would allow him near her, now that she wasn't conscious to dismiss her words.

They rushed into this- one of the many reasons her mother was so against their relationship- but it wasn't like they had all the time in the world. Besides, he loved her. Damon loved that girl so damn much, if he lost her, it would kill him. He wouldn't be dead physically, but he'd be dead on the inside.

Shall I stay,
would it be a sin,
oh, but I can't help falling in love with you,

"What are you still doing here?" Damon didn't take his eyes off of the girl in the hospital bed. She looked so pale, too pale. He ached to be next to her, but instead he was stuck gazing at her through the glass window.

"Haven't you done enough already?" the middle-aged woman with tear streaked cheeks snapped at him. "Why can't you just leave her alone?"

Damon didn't look at her mother; he was in no mood to deal with her. If he wasn't careful, he would snap and kill the woman glaring at him, and then the love of his life would hate him forever. He couldn't have that.

"Just because you hate me doesn't mean that I don't love her," he said in a dead voice. "I can't leave her. Even if you won't let me see her, I'm not leaving. So just deal with it and get back to your daughter."

Like a river flows surely to the sea,

Darling so it goes,

Something's are meant to be,

She huffed, and walked back to her daughter. She was in no mood to fight with him either. Damon watched as she talked to her daughter, smoothing down her dark brown hair. His fingers ached to be doing that, to be telling her nonsense.

Damon wasn't a believer in all that fate and destiny shit. But it seemed too good to be true, that he ever met her. It was as if everything he'd gone through- the good and the bad- was to get to her. It was as if they were meant to be.

He shook his head slightly, knowing that it was all too good to be true. She was too good for him, always had been. The universe was punishing if for every bad thing he'd done, every life he ended, every heart he broke. This was his punishment; they were taking her away from him.

Take my hand,

Take my whole life too,

Cause I can't help falling in love with you,

It was a scary thought for him, needing somebody so badly that losing them could shatter you into a million pieces. It was so unlike him, being so vulnerable like this. He blamed her. He blamed her for changing him, for bringing out his humanity. He blamed her for making him feel human, and in turn, making him feels all this pain.

"Damon."

Damon didn't move from his spot at the window, as his brother joined him. Stefan didn't say a word; he was just there for his big brother. Damon appreciated it- he blamed her too, for fixing his relationship with Stefan. It wasn't like when they were human- it would never be like when they were human- but at least they were brothers again.

Like a river flows so surely to the sea,

Oh my darling so it goes,

Some things are meant to be,

"You should go in there. She would want you to be with her." Stefan said quietly, after a few minutes.

"I can't, her mom barely let me into the hospital, let alone her room." Damon said in the same dead voice he had used since he found out what had happened.

Silence followed their words, until Stefan said, "Why don't you just… change her. It's not looking good, Damon."

Damon closed his eyes, his brother's words hitting his heart. He was right; Damon was so close to losing the love of his life. It killed him, ate him up inside like a disease.

"She… I don't know if she wants me to. But I-I can't lose her Stefan. I can't do it. Even if she'll hate me the rest of eternity, I can't let her die." Damon admitted, torn.

Stefan didn't respond, his brother's voice so heartbreaking. He wished that there was something, anything, he could do. But wasn't a supernatural problem. This was just life and shitty luck.

So won't you please take my hand,

And take my whole life too,

Cause I can't help falling in love, in love with you

Cause I can't help falling in love, falling in love,

Slowly, Damon walked into her hospital bedroom. Her mother glared at him, holding her pale hand in her own. Damon ignored her, and sat on his love's other side.

His eyes hungrily scanned her face, memorizing every detail. Every freckle, every scar. How her top lip was fuller than her bottom one. The very vague bruise on her forehead, from when she walked into a wall just a week ago. Damon took in every detail about her, afraid that he might never see them again.

He thought about the other details about her, ones that he couldn't see. Her warm hazel eyes, her toothy grin, how she always smiled when she blushed. Not to forget her stubbornness and loyalty, and loving she was. She was perfect in his eyes, she always hated it when he called her that- perfect- but it was true, at least to him.

"I love you," he breathed so quietly, that her mother couldn't hear him.

Damon sighed and closed his eyes. They had talked about her becoming a vampire, but it always ended in fighting. It hurt him that she wasn't so sure that she wanted to spend eternity with him. Though she was always quick to remind him that that wasn't her problem with becoming a vampire. It was leaving her family- she loved her family.

But now, she would die if he didn't change her. Damon was torn between selfishness and obeying his lover's wishes. He loved her more than he had every loved anything in his life, but did he love her enough to be selfless with her?

Damon squeezed her hand gently, kissing it softly. He was knew what he wanted to do, but he didn't know what she wanted. Ignoring her mother, Damon pushed her dark hair out of her face and whispered into her ear nonsense, about how much he loved her. How much he would always love her, no matter what happened.

I keep falling in love with you

A/N: this is a story that I've had floating around my head for months. Be aware, that it ranks below my other stories on my list of priorities, and I won't be updating every day like my other ones. Maybe once a week, if even. Oh, and this prologue takes place in the future of the story.

The song that is the inspiration for this prologue and the story is Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis, but I prefer the version by Ingrid Michaelson.

Reviews are encouraged and appreciated :)

~Abby!