It was a dark night, as Damon walked into his room, where she was confined to bedrest. She was supposed to take it easy.
"Hey," she greeted with a smile.
"Hey," he greeted back.
He sat on her bedside.
"Feeling any better?" he asked.
"Well, would you if you were in my situation?"
"Good point. What do you want? I'll give you whatever. Just name it."
"How about a drink?" she suggested.
"I'll be right back," he replied.
He got to his feet and left to get her a shot glass of bourbon. He couldn't stop himself from thinking that this could be her last drink.
He poured a shot glass of bourbon and headed up the stairs to her.
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Once in his room, he sat on her bedside and handed her the drink.
She took it and began to slowly drink it.
He watched her silently, wishing he could stop her from dying.
Soon, she had finished.
She set the empty shot glass down on the end table.
"Now, go to sleep. Don't worry. I'm not leaving you. I'm staying right here with you," he told her.
She smiled and he smiled back.
She layed down under the covers, on her back, and closed her eyes.
He knew her time was close. Though it hurt to watch her die, he stayed beside her, never leaving her. Though he couldn't stop her death, he could ease her pain. And so he did. He went inside her head, reliving the happy memories, and taking away the painful ones, pushing the painful memories to the very back of her mind.
Before he knew it, she was gone.
He left her head and looked down at her in grief.
He bent down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Goodbye, Katherine."
That was the best he could do, because he had never been good with farewells. He never liked goodbyes. He knew though, that he would see her again on the Other Side, whenever that day came.
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