My Angel

Damon's POV

I climbed stealthaly through Elena's window careful not to wake her. She's had too much to deal with. 17 years old and she's already lost so many people close to her, her (adoptive) parents who I know she still feels guilt over because they picked her up from a party and next thing you know they were dead, she survived I can see she wishes it weren't true. Me and Stefan came along and screwed up her life beyond repair...but how can I not stay I love her. She may want Stefan and "It will always be Stefan". Ugh! My mind recoils from the fact wishing to save me from more pain but what can i say im a masochist.

That doesn't matter now. It's been 3 weeks since Isobel killed herself in front of her...stupid bitch! The look in Elena's eyes are tortured and it's making me want to compel the pain away. But I could never do that again, it almost destroyed me the last time. Now after she just lost her birth mother there was Klaus he took away another part of my angel's heart when he killed her aunt. She was like a mother figure, cool aunt and friend rolled into one, it's always the innocent one's who get hurt the most, and even though Elena isn't a saint she doesn't deserve this kind of pain. When I saw her lying there eyes filmy with death I almost cried I remember choking back a sob at the sight of her. John...now what can we say about the little bastard...he's Elena's birth father but otherwise never showed that he cared until too late. I do respect him though he gave up his life for his child and for that I will be eternally grateful. I could never have handled her hating me forever because of my selfishness. He's gone and she lost all of the parental figures she has in what 8 months? How does someone deal with that? She's putting on a brave face for her brother but if she's comforting Jeremy then who is comforting her?

My death would have served a purpose she could have lived hurt maybe but she would have gotten through it. Stefan's gone. It's all my fault my silly brother cleaning up my messes for years. Elena broke down my walls the humanity is now needed for what is happening. I don't know how she is still able to breath in and out. The weight of the deaths and guilt must be cripling her. Of course it's not her fault but she would mourn a bee if it died after stinging her. My poor angel. It's only her and Jeremy now. I will not leave her not after all she's lost I can't. I saw her eyes at the funeral they were sad and utterly broken I need her to stay alive because now she's all I have left.

I walk around her room and can feel the depression pulsating inside it. Her room is organised and I see a piece of paper on top of her diary curious I go and look at it. My eye's scan the paper and the poem is beautiful.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush.

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

I wish I could take her pain away. But I can't...I will be here for her every step of the way because it's Elena and I will do anything for her. Whenever and whatever. The one thing I will not do is give up on her. She survived through all the heartache that such a beautiful creature should never have to endure but she can't give up now not when it counts the most.

I regret bringing her any pain and I long to make it better the only thing I can do for her right now is let her know that I love her and people need her to stay alive. My angel will...she's stronger then anyone should have to be and I will make sure my love will get through this. She has too.