Damon lay on his bed, his eyes closed. He hadn’t woken up since Bonnies attack. Elena sat on the bed, tears rolling over her face. She didn’t understand any of this. Why was Stefan so mean to her? Why did someone do this to Damon? And why did she have all these different emotions? She knew she was seventeen, but she didn’t feel like that. She felt like a little kid. She wanted to be cuddled and cherished. She lay down and snuggled against Damon’s cold body. She weaved her fingers in his and lay her head on his chest. She felt him moving and looked up. He was awake.
“No, toi need to...
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