❰ for a moment damon's quiet, considering his response. after a second, he just pulls her closer, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder. ❱

You don't remember, because I told the other you, not... you-you. But I promised her I'd always come back to her, and I meant it. Any Elena, from any universe, I'll always find you.

❰ his throat closes up, then, and he can't say any more — he can bare his heart for her, can hold it out on a silver platter for her to brush aside, but the true depth of his devotion... there's no words, or what words there are are saccharine and cliché. she knows, she has to, that she'll never be alone for as long as he's alive. even when she might want to be, he will always be mere moments away from her. ❱