Having known Damon for a while, meeting him through Elena, you could go as far as to say you were friends now. Though he was a jerk at first, you saw something start to change in him, perhaps a bit of his humanity showing through. The problem was, everything became about Elena. Protecting Elena, saving Elena, always Elena. Yes, she was your friend and you would do anything for her, but Damon had a borderline obsession.

It wasn’t hard to figure out he had fallen for her. It was obvious to you that it would never work out between them, but not so obvious for Damon. Working up the courage to express his feelings, he had gone and confessed to her. Of course she turned him away, why wouldn’t she? She loved Stefan, having been with him for months now.

Bitter and heartbroken, Damon roamed the halls of the Salvatore boarding house. Blood stained his lips from the latest poor soul he had impulsively sucked dry. He had planned on collapsing in his bed, but as he arrives at his bedroom, he sees you sitting on the edge.

“What do you want?” He scoffs, “Here to watch me wallow in my misery? You just had to see the big bad vampire heartbroken, what a spectacle!” He widens his eyes in exaggeration, putting on a fake smirk to hide his pain. He takes a sip of the whiskey bottle in his hand before flopping back next to you on the bed with a sigh.