Tears rolled over Elena’s cheeks as she held Damon in her arms. This could not be happening. This had to be a nightmare, one she needed to wake up from. She closed her eyes and memories of her and Damon flashed through her mind.
“I’m coming with you” she said. “Really?” Damon asked suspicious. “Damon, I ran through the rain. I’m soaked. Don’t go question my honesty now” Elena said. “Okay, I just… I assumed you’d stay with your friend” Damon a dit still surprised. “You assumed wrong” Elena a dit calm. Damon focused on the car again, with no success. “I can’t get him started” he a dit annoyed. “Yeah” Elena a dit pointing at the gas meter. “You forgot to gas” Damon looked and groaned. “God, talking about cliché. Okay, we’ve got two options. We stay here until it stops raining, which could take hours. ou we run” Elena stared at the rain. She knew what she wanted, but that didn’t make it the best option. She sighed and looked at Damon. “We can’t let Katherine wait any longer than she has to” Damon nodded and took the car key before getting out. He opened Elena’s door and helped her out. He threw her arm around his shoulder and lifted her in his arms.
No one ever carried her the way Damon did. And now he would never carry her again. Another memory crossed her mind.
Damon took her hands in his and looked her deep in the eye. “I l’amour toi for caring about me. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. But I could never fall for her all over again, while I’m loving you” He brought her hands to his lips and kissed her fingers.
No one ever looked at her the way Damon did. No one ever declared their l’amour for her the way Damon did. And now he would never look at and speak to her again. As she felt her cœur, coeur break, a third memory came above.
He made a step vers l'avant, vers l’avant and placed his lips on her forehead, tasting the blood. He felt Elena’s warm breath breezing on his throat. He pulled away, and caressed her cheek. His eyes glided over her eyes, her nose, to her lips. This was wrong, he was taking advantage of the circumstances. And though he knew it was a lame excuse, he had to, and so he gently pressed his lips on hers.
No one ever kissed her the way Damon did. And now he would never Kiss her again.
She felt a sudden heat and looked down at Damon, who’s body had caught fire. The flames contacted her flesh and though it burned she couldn’t let go of Damon. She screamed of internal and external pain.
She woke up with a shock and breathed heavy. The real Elena was back.
“I’m coming with you” she said. “Really?” Damon asked suspicious. “Damon, I ran through the rain. I’m soaked. Don’t go question my honesty now” Elena said. “Okay, I just… I assumed you’d stay with your friend” Damon a dit still surprised. “You assumed wrong” Elena a dit calm. Damon focused on the car again, with no success. “I can’t get him started” he a dit annoyed. “Yeah” Elena a dit pointing at the gas meter. “You forgot to gas” Damon looked and groaned. “God, talking about cliché. Okay, we’ve got two options. We stay here until it stops raining, which could take hours. ou we run” Elena stared at the rain. She knew what she wanted, but that didn’t make it the best option. She sighed and looked at Damon. “We can’t let Katherine wait any longer than she has to” Damon nodded and took the car key before getting out. He opened Elena’s door and helped her out. He threw her arm around his shoulder and lifted her in his arms.
No one ever carried her the way Damon did. And now he would never carry her again. Another memory crossed her mind.
Damon took her hands in his and looked her deep in the eye. “I l’amour toi for caring about me. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. But I could never fall for her all over again, while I’m loving you” He brought her hands to his lips and kissed her fingers.
No one ever looked at her the way Damon did. No one ever declared their l’amour for her the way Damon did. And now he would never look at and speak to her again. As she felt her cœur, coeur break, a third memory came above.
He made a step vers l'avant, vers l’avant and placed his lips on her forehead, tasting the blood. He felt Elena’s warm breath breezing on his throat. He pulled away, and caressed her cheek. His eyes glided over her eyes, her nose, to her lips. This was wrong, he was taking advantage of the circumstances. And though he knew it was a lame excuse, he had to, and so he gently pressed his lips on hers.
No one ever kissed her the way Damon did. And now he would never Kiss her again.
She felt a sudden heat and looked down at Damon, who’s body had caught fire. The flames contacted her flesh and though it burned she couldn’t let go of Damon. She screamed of internal and external pain.
She woke up with a shock and breathed heavy. The real Elena was back.
