Elena was standing in front of Damon’s porch. She felt how her heart beat painful in her chest. She took a deep breath and knocked. Several times, but the door stayed shut.
“Okay, you know what, Damon? If you 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 you want?”
Elena turned around again and walked back. She took his hands and looked him sharp in the eyes. “It wasn’t a moment of compassion” she began. “When you were dying and I kissed you I didn’t do it out of compassion. I don’t...
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