Elena was standing in front of Damon’s porch. She felt how her hati, tengah-tengah beat painful in her chest. She took a deep breath and knocked. Several times, but the door stayed shut.
“Okay, anda know what, Damon? If anda want to keep Berlakon like a brat, fine! I’m going!” she yelled angry and she turned around.
The door opened and Damon walked out. “What do anda 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 anda were dying and I kissed anda I didn’t do it out of compassion. I don’t...
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