mordere: (neg: and this is where we land)
Damon is with Elena. They're in a lounge in the Tower, and he has likely only come over to troll her like he do while she is busy with getting ready for college. He is leaning back in the chair by the fireplace, drinking something alcoholic and searching through the journal for anything important.

Damon has gone back a few entries, weeks, years, as far back as the journal can go, but there doesn't seem to be any indication of anything that he would actually want or need to know. It doesn't stop him from sarcastically reading some of them out loud which likely leads Elena to throwing things at him.

He does not expect to see a journal entry locked to him from a girl that he doesn't know when he flips back to the front page and freezes. His entire body posture changes from relaxed to tense, and he sits forward, staring. Damon reads it, takes it in once... and then twice and then one more time.

It can't be- It is not- Damon gets to his feet, throwing the journal down on the coffee table before he starts toward the door. Yeah, he is about to leave without saying something, because he knows. He knows she'll know and she'll make him stop and feel, and he doesn't want it.

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