InsaneJournal

Damon knew he shouldn't have gotten that drunk.  He didn't know what had gotten into him.  Okay, that was a lie.  It was a lot of things, really.  Elena getting annoyed with him about talking about when he killed Jeremy.  And, that whole being human and getting blown up in the London Blitz was a complete blast.  Hell, he even knew that Caroline was right.  They were co-dependant.  Too much so.  And, he knew that someone being that dependant on him was too much.  He didn't know how to handle it.  And, he'd drunkenly decided to fix it by ending it completely.

Ultimately, he knew that Stefan was right.  He'd been an idiot.  It wasn't the first time though.  He'd done so many horrible things in his life.  He couldn't see how he could make someone happy, not really.  And, he still couldn't believe that for once, it was real.  He'd gotten the girl.  Not Stefan, him.  That just never happened. 

Damon ran home.  Well, to Jenna's house.  It still didn't feel like home.  He actually missed the boarding house, which was weird.  But, he'd always been able to go back there.  Whenever he wanted.  And now.

But, anyway.  That wasn't the issue.  The issue was the idiotic things he'd said to Elena.  Again.

He paused at the front door, face clearing of the turmoil he felt inside.  He was good at hiding his emotions, sometimes.  And, he wasn't entirely sure what to expect.

Opening the door, he called her name quietly.  Knowing that she'd be able to hear him, wherever she was in the house.