Summary: Set in S1-2 and 4-5. Just a Delena songfic.
*Rose*
When I look into your eyes
It’s like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there’s so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you’ve come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
Well, I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up
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It was a dismal night, as he stood in front of her after he’d come to give her her necklace. He’d found it earlier, so he was here to give it back, but not until he told her something. Something he had to tell her, or it was going to eat him up inside.
“I have to say something,” he said.
“Why do you have to say it with my necklace?” she asked him.
“Well, because what I’m about to say is probably the most selfish thing I’ve said in my life.”
“Damon, don’t go there,” she warned him.
“I just have to say it. You just have to hear it,” he said. Then he told her. “Elena, I love you, and it’s because I love, that I can’t be selfish with you. I don’t deserve you, but my brother does.” He looked into her eyes, compelling her, saying, “This is why you can’t know this. God, I wish you didn’t have to forget this. But you do.” He then quickly put her necklace on and blurred out, disappearing.
*The Turning Point/Bloodlines*
And when you’re needing your space
To do some navigating
I’ll be here waiting
To see what you find
‘Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up
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It was a dismal night, as Damon stood in front of Elena after he’d gotten her out of the wreck a vampire had caused her to have, and had set her on her feet.
“You okay?” he questioned her. He looked at her, checking to make sure there wasn’t any damage. When he saw that she was unbalanced, he said, “Hey, Elena. Look at me. Focus.”
“I look like crap,” she said.
He caught her from hitting the ground, when she collapsed, a hand between her shoulder blades, holding her. Then he looked around, before saying, “Upsie daisy,” as he gently picked her up in his arms and walked away.
*Fifty Shades of Grayson*
I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we didn’t intend
For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not, and what I am
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It was a dismal night at the Salvatore boarding house, as they stood in front of each other.
“So why are you still here?” he questioned her. “I’m bad, Elena. I am bad for you. So why wouldn’t you have run away from me as far away from me as humanly possible?”
“Because I love you, Damon,” she simply answered him. “Because I chose you and because I stand by my choice.”
“Well, now I’m choosing. And I’m choosing to let you go,” he replied.
“What?” she whispered. “No, Damon.”
“I’m choosing to not have to think about how you must feel every time some ghost from my past comes into our life. I’m choosing to relieve you of having to defend me of every awful thing I’ve ever done.”
“Stop acting like I’m perfect,” she replied. “Damon, I’ve done horrible things too. You think I’m going to stand here and judge you after I find out that you’ve been tortured for five years?”
“Stop defending me!” he yelled at her. “I won’t change what I am. I can’t. But I refuse to change you,” he said, before walking away, leaving her in the living room.
*Graduation*
I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up, I’m still looking up
Well I won’t give up on us (No, I’m not giving up)
God knows I’m tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We’ve got a lot to learn (we’re alive, we are loved)
God knows we’re worth it (And we’re worth it)
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It was a nebulous night, as they stood in the living room in front of each other.
“I wanted to apologize,” Damon stated.
“Good,” she said.
“Let me finish. I said I wanted to. And then I realized, I’m not sorry.”
“You would rather die than be human, and you expect me to be okay with that?” she replied.
“I didn’t say you were supposed to be okay with that. I just said that I’m not sorry. But you know what I really am? Selfish. Because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I’d rather die than be human. I’d rather die right now than to spend a handful of years with you, only to lose you when I’m too old and sick and miserable and you’re still you. I’d rather die right now, than to spend my last final years, remembering how good I had it and how happy I was, because that’s who I am, Elena. And I’m not going to change. And there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I am wrong for you,” he replied to her.
“Fine. Then I’m not sorry, either. I’m not sorry that I met you. I’m not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything. That in death, you’re the one that made me feel the most alive. You’ve been a terrible person. You’ve made all the wrong choices, and out of all the wrong choices that I have made, this will prove to be the worst one, but I am not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Damon,” she confessed.
They looked at each other in silence for a moment, before kissing.
*As I Lay Dying*
I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up
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It was a dismal night, as Damon lay in bed, sweaty and weak and towards death, eyes closed, as Elena sat on his bedside. Thinking that the cure wouldn’t get here in time, she kissed him and then pulled away.
“Thank…you,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome,” she replied.
As moment later, Katherine came in, cure in hand.
“It’s me you should thanking. I have the cure.”
Elena got up so she was out of the way.
Katherine walked up to where he lay and put the vial to his lips, making Klaus’ blood go down his throat, curing him, saving his life.
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