"Kind of," Elena nodded. But not in the way he feared. "He got his memory back." Damon probably knew that, too, though. "He said he was happier not remembering. Because he'd been ready to spend the rest of his life with me."
Her head dropped again, resting against his chest. "He's moving on, he said. And I'm not questioning my decision. I just...I hate that he's hurting. Hate that it's because of me."