Elena was standing in front of Damon’s porch. She felt how her moyo beat painful in her chest. She took a deep breath and knocked. Several times, but the door stayed shut.
“Okay, wewe know what, Damon? If wewe want to keep uigizaji like a brat, fine! I’m going!” she yelled angry and she turned around.
The door opened and Damon walked out. “What do wewe 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 wewe were dying and I kissed wewe I didn’t do it out of compassion. I don’t know what it was then, but whatever it was, it has grown ever since”
Damon frowned his eyebrows, annoyed. “Go home, Elena”
“I am home” Elena said. “My nyumbani is with you”
Damon jerked his hands and walked away from the house. It started raining. Elena angry followed him.
“Why are wewe uigizaji like this? Why is it so hard for wewe to believe that I want to be with you?”
Damon stopped and turned around. “We shouldn’t be together, Elena” he alisema pissed.
“Why not?” Elena asked frustrated.
Damon looked away. “I’m too old for you…Stefan is younger”
Elena raised one eyebrow. “Right, because 162 lies so much closer to 18. Any other stupid reasons?”
“People will talk about us” Damon said.
“Well, then at least they will have something to talk about” Elena said. She grabbed Damon’s arms. He struggled to free himself, but Elena refused to let him go and tightened her grip. “I know wewe don’t know how it feels to be loved and so I understand wewe have trouble believing it when it happens” she said, looking him in the eyes again. “But I do upendo you. I need wewe to believe that. You’re right, people will talk about us, but I don’t care. I know that starting this thing with wewe is going to be a leap of faith, but I want to take it with you”
Elena let go of him, waiting for a reaction.
“You don’t mean that” Damon eventually said. He walked away from her again.
It began to rain harder.
Elena remembered something Lexi had once said.
"When it's real wewe can't walk away" Elena tried to make Damon listen.
"Well, then better stop me, 'cause I'm walking right now" Damon replied angry as he walked back to the house.
Elena watched him go, tears rolling out of the corners of her eyes. But then she angrily wiped them away.
"You're not going to cry now, bitch" she reproached herself. With fierce steps she headed to the house. She grabbed Damon's arm, forced him to turn around, threw her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him passionately. It didn't take long for Damon to recover
and he lay his hands around her middle, pulling her tightly closer.
They disconnected their lips and looked in each other’s eyes.
“I upendo you, Damon Salvatore” Elena alisema soft, but honest.
“I upendo you, Elena Gilbert” Damon said.
They kissed again, while the rain kept pouring.
“Okay, wewe know what, Damon? If wewe want to keep uigizaji like a brat, fine! I’m going!” she yelled angry and she turned around.
The door opened and Damon walked out. “What do wewe 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 wewe were dying and I kissed wewe I didn’t do it out of compassion. I don’t know what it was then, but whatever it was, it has grown ever since”
Damon frowned his eyebrows, annoyed. “Go home, Elena”
“I am home” Elena said. “My nyumbani is with you”
Damon jerked his hands and walked away from the house. It started raining. Elena angry followed him.
“Why are wewe uigizaji like this? Why is it so hard for wewe to believe that I want to be with you?”
Damon stopped and turned around. “We shouldn’t be together, Elena” he alisema pissed.
“Why not?” Elena asked frustrated.
Damon looked away. “I’m too old for you…Stefan is younger”
Elena raised one eyebrow. “Right, because 162 lies so much closer to 18. Any other stupid reasons?”
“People will talk about us” Damon said.
“Well, then at least they will have something to talk about” Elena said. She grabbed Damon’s arms. He struggled to free himself, but Elena refused to let him go and tightened her grip. “I know wewe don’t know how it feels to be loved and so I understand wewe have trouble believing it when it happens” she said, looking him in the eyes again. “But I do upendo you. I need wewe to believe that. You’re right, people will talk about us, but I don’t care. I know that starting this thing with wewe is going to be a leap of faith, but I want to take it with you”
Elena let go of him, waiting for a reaction.
“You don’t mean that” Damon eventually said. He walked away from her again.
It began to rain harder.
Elena remembered something Lexi had once said.
"When it's real wewe can't walk away" Elena tried to make Damon listen.
"Well, then better stop me, 'cause I'm walking right now" Damon replied angry as he walked back to the house.
Elena watched him go, tears rolling out of the corners of her eyes. But then she angrily wiped them away.
"You're not going to cry now, bitch" she reproached herself. With fierce steps she headed to the house. She grabbed Damon's arm, forced him to turn around, threw her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him passionately. It didn't take long for Damon to recover
and he lay his hands around her middle, pulling her tightly closer.
They disconnected their lips and looked in each other’s eyes.
“I upendo you, Damon Salvatore” Elena alisema soft, but honest.
“I upendo you, Elena Gilbert” Damon said.
They kissed again, while the rain kept pouring.
Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. What have I done?” she mumbled agitated. “Think, Rachel, think” She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabe’s feet and dragged him to the farthest corner.
She ran to the stairs and went to the jikoni where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the sekunde drawer inayofuata to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
She ran to the stairs and went to the jikoni where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the sekunde drawer inayofuata to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.