Damon looked slightly disappointed. He had hoped for things to be easier. A simple 'I love you' and then perhaps Elena saying that she really loved him, too. He should have known better. Things are never really that simple. He saw a little bit of hope, though. She hadn't completely blown off the sentiment. It seemed like she just needed to know that he really meant what he felt.
"I've loved you for a long time, Elena. Long before I got sick." He rubbed his eyes a little. With this sickness it felt like it took a lot of energy just to sit up straight and speak in an audible tone of voice. Damon lifted his hand and gently brushed his fingertips over her cheek. His hand trembled slightly from weakness. Slowly, Damon leaned in close and placed a tender kiss on her lips. Though he was sick and not looking his best, the moment felt incredibly romantic. He remained close and kissed her once more. Suddenly he was more determined to live through the sickness than ever.