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In the Leaves

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Drusilla sat in the Mystic Grill, a cup of tea, held in her hands as she fished out the bag with her long fingernail. Slicing open the little bag the tea leaves scattered into the brew.

“There you are, his heart’s desire,” She whispered as she looked at the pattern in the leaves. “You’re like honey on a bitter melon, Elena.”

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The wind blew harshly throughout New Orleans— you could hear the wind on the inside of Rousseau’s. Damon sat there thinking about the last conversation he had with Elena as he sipped on his Bourbon. Hearing her say that she didn’t see any good in him had broke his heart into a million pieces. Made Damon a completely different and out of control— the way he was when he first came back to Mystic Falls to make Stefan’s life a living hell. He loved her still and he knew that made him selfish for even falling in love with her in the first place. The one thing that made him feel the most selfish of all was the fact he couldn’t let himself be happy without Elena— that he couldn’t be happy for her. She had gotten what she wanted, and that was to be human. Damon gave Elena the cure against his true wishes, because he knew how much this had meant to her. He thought that Elena would look at that as being the more selfless than he had ever been in the years that he had known her. Damon also thought about how much he was hurting his brother, and risking his life as he fought with Kol Mikaelson about Elena. He wondered if Rebekah had told Stefan about that yet— if so he knew his brother would have something to say to all of this.

As he indulged himself into his drink he noticed a familiar doppelganger face walk into the building. A part of him wanted to go and talk to her, but the other part thought it best to just let her go. She would never be able to love the man that he has become once again. If she were to find out about the things that he has done since their last meeting, he knew that she would never even look at him again— he was a monster and there was nothing good in him anymore.To Damon’s dismay he watched as she had moved herself towards the bar. “Elena— I think you have said enough already? You’ve gotten your point across already,” Damon questioned as he could hear her heartbeat from where he was sitting. He didn’t turn his ocean blue eyes in her distance of fear that he would crumble at the sight of her. “This was your choice,” Damon paused slightly, “I think the saying goes something like—let bygones be bygones,” Damon said as he took another drink.