Delena <3

I smiled as i walked up to the Salvatore house and opened the door, Then i noticed the house was dark but there was loud âm nhạc coming from the living room. I walked to the living room and there was Damon with his áo sơ mi unbuttoned (A sight that took my breath away) dancing around with some collage girls. I felt like going and Killing the girls, Was i jelious? Im NOT jelious! I kept repeating in my head but i knew the truth, I was jelious! Damon must he sensed me there because he went and turned the âm nhạc off and told the girls something Then they went to sit on the couch. He walked up to me...

It was Stefan.

He stared at us with an intensity that shook me to the bone. Damon felt me shiver and tightened his grip on me. My anger towards Stefan flared up again and I glared at him. But at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of happiness at the fact that he was here again in my life. But the desertion, the abandonment consumed me once thêm and I continued to glare at him. But as projected my anger out as hard as I could to him, I couldn’t help but notice that he was different. Something about him was – off. It wasn’t in his stance hoặc his face, but in his eyes. His...

"think i'm playing one thêm di chuyển and i snap her neck and break this ring" He đã đưa ý kiến smirking
Elena started struggling to break free but it was useless the man was holding her tight. Damon started to di chuyển a little bit
"ah think about what you're doing" He đã đưa ý kiến
"what do bạn want" Damon asked
"none of you're concern" The man đã đưa ý kiến through gritted teeth.
"look she did nothing to bạn if it was me--"
"it was you" The man đã đưa ý kiến "what don't remember? okay how about June 29 1895. i remember it as the ngày bạn killed me and made me like this." Damon waited for him to finish his sentence and used his speed to dissapear...

Stefan looked at the floor guiltily.
“Go on Stefan, explain yourself,” Damon pressed. Stefan looked up at him angrily.
“You already know everything.” He looked back at me. “Elena, I’m so sorry I left you. I asked Damon to tell bạn everything and maybe if he had…” he glared up at Damon with a rage that petrified me. “Maybe if he had told bạn then I wouldn’t be here explaining myself, I wouldn’t have walked in on bạn two upstairs, and possibly we’d still be together…” I knew he was right. If Damon had told me that Stefan had đã đưa ý kiến he loved me and he was sorry about whatever...