When she felt him approaching, she turned her head, her long, auburn hair being sent up in a flurry at the movement. And then she saw him and she grinned. It was Damon. Her Damon. The one that knew everything she had been going through, the only one that could really understand. She quickly sat up and jogged towards him, unable to stop herself from wrapping her arms around his torso in a tight hug when she practically slammed into the man. "Damon," she murmured, inhaling his familiar scent.
One would think she should hate him...and she did at first. She hated him more than anything, but then through all of that, losing Jenna, and then the turn...it was pointless to hold a grudge. Damon had always been there for her...at least after he got over Katherine. But he'd protected her...and he loved her. She knew this, she had remembered his confession after the change, but she'd never spoken of it and she had never told Stefan. It was their secret: hers and Damon's.