Elena was standing in front of Damon’s porch. She felt how her hart-, hart beat painful in her chest. She took a deep breath and knocked. Several times, but the door stayed shut.
“Okay, u know what, Damon? If u want to keep acting like a brat, fine! I’m going!” she yelled angry and she turned around.
The door opened and Damon walked out. “What do u want?”
Elena turned around again and walked back. She took his hands and looked him sharp in the eye. “It wasn’t a moment of compassion” she began. “When u were dying and I kissed u I didn’t do out of compassion. I don’t...
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