[ How long is she going to continue to be so stupid about all of this? Of course he'd think it was Stefan, why wouldn't he? This is Damon, who always believed nothing good could happen to him, who broke up with her because he thought he would ruin her. She presses a hand to her mouth for a moment, trying to think of a good way to say all of what needs to be said, and failing miserably. There's no good way to talk about your own death. ]

You were my sire, Damon. Not by choice - a doctor at the hospital used some of your blood to heal me after I was hurt, and it was still in my system when I died.

[ She takes half a step closer to him and stops, crossing her arms over her stomach in a way that feels more like hugging herself - she needs a hug so desperately right now. ]

A little while after that, Stefan and I broke up, and I've been with you ever since. I chose you, Damon.