"I promise you. I won't let that happen. You aren't going to die." Damon mutters, he pulls me to him, and buries his face in my hair, his arms wrapping tightly around my body. But, he is wrong. I'm going to die, I have seen it. Three times now, and my visions are never wrong. The only problem is... I just don't know when. And I don't know what it's going to do to Damon.