This one's really short compared to the others, and not so good. Just bare with me till the اگلے chapter. ;)
Damon’s POV
I walked into the bar somewhere in the middle of no where. It wasn’t busy, basically what I suspected to be the ‘regulars’. I’d been driving all دن and this was my first stop. I went up to the bar.
“A beer, please, sir,” I کہا to the old man with a white beard. His cold, dark, blue eyes took me in for a few سیکنڈ and then nodded.
“Can آپ tell me where I am?” I asked as he handed me the ice cold drink.
“My, you’ve made it all the way to the mountains of North Carolina. But boy, if I were you, I’d turn around. آپ don’t know what kind of trouble آپ can get into in these parts,” He warned me. My forehead crinkled, trying to understand. I figured it was no use.
After a couple beers, I began talking more. “Women are the trouble for everyone,” I stated, not expecting any type of answer.
“Amen to that,” The bearded man said. “So that’s why you’re here. I ain’t seen آپ before, figured آپ were runnin’ away from something.”
“I don’t know what to do with her – she’s playing me and my best friend,” I couldn’t understand why this was so easy to tell to a stranger.
The man chuckled. “Same thing happened to me before. I just ended up with the girl,” He winked.
“Which were you? I mean, the one she کہا she loved from the beginning یا the one she couldn’t leave, no matter how many times آپ told her it was wrong?”
“I was you, boy. She had herself convinced this other guy was her one and only, turns out, she was wrong.”
“How did آپ make her see that she was supposed to be with you?” I had a feeling this man knew what he was talking about. I needed any type of advice right now.
The man laughed hard. “I left her just as آپ have. Went away for a while, and when I came back, she was basically begging me to stay with her.”
“For some reason, I don’t think that’s going to happen,” I argued.
“You just wait, boy. How deep does the relationship with her go?”
This was the part I was not ready to tell. He seemed like an old fashioned man, one that probably wouldn’t agree with what I was going to say. “I was there when she got lonely یا when she and Stefan had a fight. I tested my boundaries with her, and she astounded me when she willing let me پار, صلیب those lines, over and over and over. She kept coming back for more, until, well for me, it manifested into something more.”
“You love her,” کہا the man. “But she’s hurting you. آپ کہا آپ were best دوستوں with her boyfriend, correct?” I nodded and he continued. “Boy you’re in a mess. I’m betting he has no idea of these feelings آپ two have for each other.”
“Not a clue,” I agreed.
“He’s going to find out eventually, guaranteed. The how and when are the parts that are left to fate. Let me give آپ an important piece of advice, son,” His voice got low and serious. “You’ve got to go back. If آپ wait too long, she’ll really believe آپ left because آپ were tired of her. Go back soon and she’ll go running back into your arms. آپ were smart for leaving – آپ left her time to think and آپ as well.”
“What do I tell her when I go back,” My voice sounded lifeless.
“Tell her what آپ feel – yes, I know, that isn’t part of your reputation, but آپ care enough to let her know.”
“And what if she doesn’t feel the same way?”
“If she’s got آپ this messed up, she feels something.”
“She cares, I know she does – یا she wouldn’t keep coming back. But she loves Stefan.”
“She loves آپ too,” He کہا just as another old man walked in the door. “How old a minute, George,” He called to the man as he sat down at the barstool a few down from me.
“You can’t go back to wherever tonight, too many beers. Stay here, I’ve got a room in the back reserved for special visitors like you. Not too shabby, promise.”
I took a deep breath and shrugged. “Why not,” I said.
I followed the man back to my temporary bedding room. It wasn’t bad – just not what I was used to. A few deer heads with at least ten point antlers hung on the walls. The cot was feasible, at least I had something. I was grateful I wasn’t going to have to sleep in my truck.
“Don’t worry about any charges, I’ve got آپ covered.”
“Thank you, sir. For everything,” I called as he left the room and shut the door.
He’d sure دیا me a lot to think about, at the least. As I lay down on the cot, I thought of her. Was she with Stefan, still? Had she gone to try and find me? That’s what I would hope for. I could hope she had found my note, and I knew that when I got home, my hopes would be useless. The house would be empty and just as I left it – the note still intact.
Just as I was falling asleep, my phone buzzed. I picked it up, and had a new voicemail. I decided to check it, hoping it was her, just so I could hear her voice.
“Damon, please, come home. I swear that as soon as آپ get back that I’ll figure out what to do. I need آپ hear – I have got to explain everything to you. It’s not what آپ think, please come ہوم soon. I need you. I miss you.”
I only slept an گھنٹہ that night.
Elena’s POV
I don’t know how long I was there. When I woke up, it was already dark again. I didn’t want to leave – my conscious was telling me that I was going to make excuses to stay until he finally showed.
I called his phone one last time, maybe he would pick up – it was worth a shot. He didn’t answer, but I got bold enough to leave him a voicemail. “Damon, please, come home,” I pleaded. I told him that I would make my decision when he got here; I needed him with me when I broke someone’s heart. It would be easier with him back where he needed to be.
After the phone call, I wrapped myself back up in his covers and tried not to think about anything.
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Damon’s POV
I walked into the bar somewhere in the middle of no where. It wasn’t busy, basically what I suspected to be the ‘regulars’. I’d been driving all دن and this was my first stop. I went up to the bar.
“A beer, please, sir,” I کہا to the old man with a white beard. His cold, dark, blue eyes took me in for a few سیکنڈ and then nodded.
“Can آپ tell me where I am?” I asked as he handed me the ice cold drink.
“My, you’ve made it all the way to the mountains of North Carolina. But boy, if I were you, I’d turn around. آپ don’t know what kind of trouble آپ can get into in these parts,” He warned me. My forehead crinkled, trying to understand. I figured it was no use.
After a couple beers, I began talking more. “Women are the trouble for everyone,” I stated, not expecting any type of answer.
“Amen to that,” The bearded man said. “So that’s why you’re here. I ain’t seen آپ before, figured آپ were runnin’ away from something.”
“I don’t know what to do with her – she’s playing me and my best friend,” I couldn’t understand why this was so easy to tell to a stranger.
The man chuckled. “Same thing happened to me before. I just ended up with the girl,” He winked.
“Which were you? I mean, the one she کہا she loved from the beginning یا the one she couldn’t leave, no matter how many times آپ told her it was wrong?”
“I was you, boy. She had herself convinced this other guy was her one and only, turns out, she was wrong.”
“How did آپ make her see that she was supposed to be with you?” I had a feeling this man knew what he was talking about. I needed any type of advice right now.
The man laughed hard. “I left her just as آپ have. Went away for a while, and when I came back, she was basically begging me to stay with her.”
“For some reason, I don’t think that’s going to happen,” I argued.
“You just wait, boy. How deep does the relationship with her go?”
This was the part I was not ready to tell. He seemed like an old fashioned man, one that probably wouldn’t agree with what I was going to say. “I was there when she got lonely یا when she and Stefan had a fight. I tested my boundaries with her, and she astounded me when she willing let me پار, صلیب those lines, over and over and over. She kept coming back for more, until, well for me, it manifested into something more.”
“You love her,” کہا the man. “But she’s hurting you. آپ کہا آپ were best دوستوں with her boyfriend, correct?” I nodded and he continued. “Boy you’re in a mess. I’m betting he has no idea of these feelings آپ two have for each other.”
“Not a clue,” I agreed.
“He’s going to find out eventually, guaranteed. The how and when are the parts that are left to fate. Let me give آپ an important piece of advice, son,” His voice got low and serious. “You’ve got to go back. If آپ wait too long, she’ll really believe آپ left because آپ were tired of her. Go back soon and she’ll go running back into your arms. آپ were smart for leaving – آپ left her time to think and آپ as well.”
“What do I tell her when I go back,” My voice sounded lifeless.
“Tell her what آپ feel – yes, I know, that isn’t part of your reputation, but آپ care enough to let her know.”
“And what if she doesn’t feel the same way?”
“If she’s got آپ this messed up, she feels something.”
“She cares, I know she does – یا she wouldn’t keep coming back. But she loves Stefan.”
“She loves آپ too,” He کہا just as another old man walked in the door. “How old a minute, George,” He called to the man as he sat down at the barstool a few down from me.
“You can’t go back to wherever tonight, too many beers. Stay here, I’ve got a room in the back reserved for special visitors like you. Not too shabby, promise.”
I took a deep breath and shrugged. “Why not,” I said.
I followed the man back to my temporary bedding room. It wasn’t bad – just not what I was used to. A few deer heads with at least ten point antlers hung on the walls. The cot was feasible, at least I had something. I was grateful I wasn’t going to have to sleep in my truck.
“Don’t worry about any charges, I’ve got آپ covered.”
“Thank you, sir. For everything,” I called as he left the room and shut the door.
He’d sure دیا me a lot to think about, at the least. As I lay down on the cot, I thought of her. Was she with Stefan, still? Had she gone to try and find me? That’s what I would hope for. I could hope she had found my note, and I knew that when I got home, my hopes would be useless. The house would be empty and just as I left it – the note still intact.
Just as I was falling asleep, my phone buzzed. I picked it up, and had a new voicemail. I decided to check it, hoping it was her, just so I could hear her voice.
“Damon, please, come home. I swear that as soon as آپ get back that I’ll figure out what to do. I need آپ hear – I have got to explain everything to you. It’s not what آپ think, please come ہوم soon. I need you. I miss you.”
I only slept an گھنٹہ that night.
Elena’s POV
I don’t know how long I was there. When I woke up, it was already dark again. I didn’t want to leave – my conscious was telling me that I was going to make excuses to stay until he finally showed.
I called his phone one last time, maybe he would pick up – it was worth a shot. He didn’t answer, but I got bold enough to leave him a voicemail. “Damon, please, come home,” I pleaded. I told him that I would make my decision when he got here; I needed him with me when I broke someone’s heart. It would be easier with him back where he needed to be.
After the phone call, I wrapped myself back up in his covers and tried not to think about anything.
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