Damon & Elena - Only One

Damon opened the door of the bathroom and collided to Elena, who was staring at him with crossed arms.
“What?” Damon asked. Elena was giving him this reproachful look.
“Are bạn going to tell me what happened last night?” Elena said.
“No” Damon refused. “What’s there to tell? I had a bad dream. It’s not uncommon, bạn can look it up”
“But I thought they were over? Is this why bạn want us to sleep in separate rooms? So I wouldn’t know? Damon, bạn can’t keep those kind of things from me. If someone’s trying to hurt bạn bạn have to tell me” Elena đã đưa ý kiến caring.
Damon walked...

Katherine was in the kitchen, making dinner. hoặc at least she attempted to. She hadn’t been cooking since…well, this was the first time. She tried to open a bin, but the thing to open it was so stupid.
“Goddamn it!” she cursed and she smashed the bin against the wall. “Why can’t we have blood like normal vampires?” she yelled.
“Because I feel like eating American food” Stefan đã đưa ý kiến being annoying. “So better get it ready, already”
He was sitting on the đi văng with Rebekah who kept giving him secret stares. One time she didn’t look away fast enough. “What’s your deal?...

The late September sun warmed Elena’s face and she opened her eyes. She saw Damon sitting in what looked like a very uncomfortable chair.
Perhaps Damon felt Elena’s eyes on him because he opened his. When he saw Elena was awake he quickly sat up.
“How are bạn feeling?” he asked hoarse. “Can’t believe I actually fell asleep”
“Can’t believe bạn actually fell asleep in that chair” Elena đã đưa ý kiến with raised eyebrows. “Why didn’t bạn tham gia me? There’s plenty of room”
“I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep” Damon đã đưa ý kiến obvious. Elena wanted to bình luận on that when someone knocked...

Elena was lying on the giường her eyes wide open. Alaric had called her to get up, but she wanted to stay in bed. All day. Maybe listen to some sad songs.
“Elena, get your đít, mông, ass out of bed, you’ve got mail” Alaric shouted outside her room.
“It’s Sunday, I deserve one ngày of feeling miserable” Elena muttered. The latch went down and Alaric entered the room. He walked to the giường and sank down.
“I know you’re hurt” he started. “But bạn can’t let him have this kind of power over you. bạn can’t stop living, because he’s a jerk”
Elena wiped her eyes and sobbed. “You’re...