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'I'm so happy that you're back,' Elena said. She sat down next to Stefan and patted his hand. 'I was so worried about you.'
'I'm glad to be back too,' Stefan smiled. 'It was really… uncomfortable in that coffin. And I'm happy to see you back. I'm even glad to see Damon back!'
They both smiled. '

'So…' Stefan said. 'You've missed me?'

Elena turned red. 'Well yeah, of course I did,' she said nervously. 'You know how much I care about you.'

Stefan smiled. 'How are things between you and Damon?'

Elena hesitated. She didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable or jealous, but he did ask her. 'Great,' she said eventually. 'We've been really happy. But I'm sure Damon missed you too.'

'He did?' Stefan said.

Elena rolled her eyes. 'You know how much he loves you, Stefan.'

'He does?' Stefan teased her. Elena sighed and Stefan smiled, poking her. She giggled and hit Stefan playfully on his shoulder.

He sighed. He had missed her so much and was wondering if they could ever be together. He wished they could be; he couldn't imagine him being with anyone else but Elena.

'You're okay, Stefan?' Elena asked.

'Yeah,' he smiled. 'I'm just… a little bit dizzy. And it feels strange to be here. But I'm really happy I'm out of that coffin.'

'I can imagine,' Elena said. 'It must've been terrible, being there.'

'It was,' he said, staring sadly at the ground.

He looked so poor that Elena tried to cheer him up. 'Well, at least you're back here,' she smiled. 'We're all so happy, Stefan! Although Damon feels really guilty that he didn't find you earlier. He's on his way.'

'Really?' Stefan said. Than it's now or never, he thought. He put a hair lock behind her ear. She looked at him carefully and when his hand cupped his faced, she sighed. 'Stefan,' she whispered.

'I know,' he said. 'Trust me, I do.'

He smiled. 'You're with Damon now. Trust me, I get it.'

He winked at her and she laughed, still careful. 'But that doesn't mean I'm happy with it,' he continued. 'So, I just wanted to do this again. Just for once.'

He pulled her near him and pushed his lips against hers.

Elena's heart bounced heavily. Emotions rushed through her and she couldn't stop herself from cupping Stefans face.

In a few seconds, she realised it was wrong. This was Stefan, not Damon. She was madly in love with Damon, so she shouldn't be kissing his brother. It felt different, too. When Damon kissed her, her whole body trembled and she couldn't stop kissing him. Although she still loved Stefan, she wasn't in love with him anymore. It felt like kissing her brother. She tried to push him away, but he still cupped her face and he was much stronger then she was.

'Stefan,' she murmured against his lips.

He ignored her.

'Stefan,' she said, more urgently. 'Stefan!'

He pulled back, stroke her hair and stood up. She watched him walk towards the kitchen while she heard a loud bang.

She turned her head. 'O god, Damon.' Why hadn't they heard him?

She sped towards the door and followed him. 'Damon! Damon!'

They were now outside the house; the sky was covered with clouds.

He was older and faster than her. 'Damon! Please wait, I can explain!' she yelled. 'Please wait!'

She didn't hear him respond. He would never listen to her. Tears of despair streamed down her face. 'Damon, please!' she screamed once more.

She saw him standing, his back to her. When she stopped he slowly turned around. She saw the tears on his face and felt a flash of guilt. 'It was not what you think,' she began, but he interrupted her.

'Really? So you were not kissing him, but you was just trying to remove his milk moustache with your mouth?' He shook his head and laughed humourless.

'Damon, please listen,' she bagged, but he shook his head again.

'Shut up, Elena. Please, just shut up.'

She did shut up. Tears were streaming down her face. He had to listen to her. He had to. It took them so long to get to together because of Stefan, they weren't going to break up because of Stefan.

'Damon, listen. I didn't want to…!'

'O come on Elena. You didn't look like you didn't want to. Don't blame this on my little brother. Please just leave me alone.'

'Damon!' she screamed.

He turned around.

'Damon!'

She was standing alone, watching him sped away. She knew she would never be able to reach him. And even if she did, he wouldn't listen to her. She fell upon the ground. While she did, the rain started to fall.

Well, at least the weather shares my mood, Damon thought. He tried to ignore the pain in his stomach. He couldn't believe what he just had witnessed. His girlfriend kissing his brother…

He wasn't angry with Stefan. When Stefan was dating Elena he had tried to seduce her too. But he was angry with her. When she was with Stefan, she never cheated on him. And now she's with me, Damon thought, she cheats me with Stefan the first time she sees my brother.

He shook his head, trying to get him together. He whipped the tears from his face, took a few breaths and decided to leave for the Grill. He just hoped no one would see he had been crying. He decided to go on human speed – to make sure his eyes weren't red anymore. It took him more than half an hour, and the whole walk he was trying not to cry. Stefan, he thought. It's always going to be Stefan.

He tried to think about something else, but he couldn't focus on anything. Well, at least he could get drunk tonight, he thought. He bit his lip. He really missed Rick right now.

He sat down at the bar and asked for a bourbon. He noticed his hand were trembling and put them in his pockets.

'Here you are,' the barman said and he gave Damon his drank.

'Thanks,' Damon said. He heard he sounded depressed, but he couldn't help himself. He just started to drink, hoping that would take the edge off. After he had his drank, he ordered another one.

'Well, well,' a familiar voice said. 'Why is my favourite Salvatore drinking at… eleven o'clock in the morning? It must be a record.'

He couldn't determine who the voice belonged to, but turned around while saying 'hard times require a lot of bourbon.'

Then he saw the woman in front of him and almost passed out. It took him a few moment to realise it was Katherine, not Elena. Wait, what? He hadn't seen Katherine since… since the day Elena and he finally got together.

Don't think about that, he said to himself while he took a gulp of bourbon.

'Are you alright?' Katherine asked. She sat down on the seat behind him and looked really concerned.

'I'm fine,' Damon spat. Then he frowned. 'You look different, Katherine.'

She smiled, the most genuine smile he had ever seen. 'I'm different.'

Damon rolled his eyes. 'Please, don't come with the I've changed bullshit. Just leave me alone.'

'Elena didn't tell?' Katherine asked, sounding really surprised.

'Tell me what?' he growled, trying to ignore the sting when she said her name.

'What did happen with the cure?' Katherine asked.

'I… I don't know, actually,' Damon said. He did know Elena did want to give it to Stefan, but he did forgotten the whole thing. 'I believe she still has it somewhere.'

'Well, she doesn't,' Katherine said.

He looked at her. 'How do you know that? Did you stole it?'

She shook her head. 'No. She fed me the cure.'

She smiled again.

'I'm human now, Damon.'

He stared at her, full of surprise. For the first time he realised her heartbeat was as fast as a humans. God, that was impossible. Why didn't Elena tell him that?

'I'm the person I used to be. I'm not cruel anymore,' she continued. 'And I would like to apologise to you.'

She cupped his face with one hand. 'Actually, I hoped you want to give me another chance.'

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