Elena was standing in front of Damon’s porch. She felt how her heart beat painful in her chest. She took a deep breath and knocked. Several times, but the door stayed shut.
“Okay, you know what, Damon? If you want to keep acting like a brat, fine! I’m going!” she yelled angry and she turned around.
The door opened and Damon walked out. “What do you want?”
Elena turned around again and walked back. She took his hands and looked him sharp in the eyes. “It wasn’t a moment of compassion” she began. “When you were dying and I kissed you I didn’t do it out of compassion. I don’t know what it was then, but whatever it was, it has grown ever since”
Damon frowned his eyebrows, annoyed. “Go home, Elena”
“I am home” Elena said. “My home is with you”
Damon jerked his hands and walked away from the house. It started raining. Elena angry followed him.
“Why are you acting like this? Why is it so hard for you to believe that I want to be with you?”
Damon stopped and turned around. “We shouldn’t be together, Elena” he said pissed.
“Why not?” Elena asked frustrated.
Damon looked away. “I’m too old for you…Stefan is younger”
Elena raised one eyebrow. “Right, because 162 lies so much closer to 18. Any other stupid reasons?”
“People will talk about us” Damon said.
“Well, then at least they will have something to talk about” Elena said. She grabbed Damon’s arms. He struggled to free himself, but Elena refused to let him go and tightened her grip. “I know you don’t know how it feels to be loved and so I understand you have trouble believing it when it happens” she said, looking him in the eyes again. “But I do love you. I need you to believe that. You’re right, people will talk about us, but I don’t care. I know that starting this thing with you is going to be a leap of faith, but I want to take it with you”
Elena let go of him, waiting for a reaction.
“You don’t mean that” Damon eventually said. He walked away from her again.
It began to rain harder.
Elena remembered something Lexi had once said.
"When it's real you can't walk away" Elena tried to make Damon listen.
"Well, then better stop me, 'cause I'm walking right now" Damon replied angry as he walked back to the house.
Elena watched him go, tears rolling out of the corners of her eyes. But then she angrily wiped them away.
"You're not going to cry now, bitch" she reproached herself. With fierce steps she headed to the house. She grabbed Damon's arm, forced him to turn around, threw her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him passionately. It didn't take long for Damon to recover
and he lay his hands around her middle, pulling her tightly closer.
They disconnected their lips and looked in each other’s eyes.
“I love you, Damon Salvatore” Elena said soft, but honest.
“I love you, Elena Gilbert” Damon said.
They kissed again, while the rain kept pouring.
“Okay, you know what, Damon? If you want to keep acting like a brat, fine! I’m going!” she yelled angry and she turned around.
The door opened and Damon walked out. “What do you want?”
Elena turned around again and walked back. She took his hands and looked him sharp in the eyes. “It wasn’t a moment of compassion” she began. “When you were dying and I kissed you I didn’t do it out of compassion. I don’t know what it was then, but whatever it was, it has grown ever since”
Damon frowned his eyebrows, annoyed. “Go home, Elena”
“I am home” Elena said. “My home is with you”
Damon jerked his hands and walked away from the house. It started raining. Elena angry followed him.
“Why are you acting like this? Why is it so hard for you to believe that I want to be with you?”
Damon stopped and turned around. “We shouldn’t be together, Elena” he said pissed.
“Why not?” Elena asked frustrated.
Damon looked away. “I’m too old for you…Stefan is younger”
Elena raised one eyebrow. “Right, because 162 lies so much closer to 18. Any other stupid reasons?”
“People will talk about us” Damon said.
“Well, then at least they will have something to talk about” Elena said. She grabbed Damon’s arms. He struggled to free himself, but Elena refused to let him go and tightened her grip. “I know you don’t know how it feels to be loved and so I understand you have trouble believing it when it happens” she said, looking him in the eyes again. “But I do love you. I need you to believe that. You’re right, people will talk about us, but I don’t care. I know that starting this thing with you is going to be a leap of faith, but I want to take it with you”
Elena let go of him, waiting for a reaction.
“You don’t mean that” Damon eventually said. He walked away from her again.
It began to rain harder.
Elena remembered something Lexi had once said.
"When it's real you can't walk away" Elena tried to make Damon listen.
"Well, then better stop me, 'cause I'm walking right now" Damon replied angry as he walked back to the house.
Elena watched him go, tears rolling out of the corners of her eyes. But then she angrily wiped them away.
"You're not going to cry now, bitch" she reproached herself. With fierce steps she headed to the house. She grabbed Damon's arm, forced him to turn around, threw her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him passionately. It didn't take long for Damon to recover
and he lay his hands around her middle, pulling her tightly closer.
They disconnected their lips and looked in each other’s eyes.
“I love you, Damon Salvatore” Elena said soft, but honest.
“I love you, Elena Gilbert” Damon said.
They kissed again, while the rain kept pouring.
