There was a line up until Tokyo, but Damon and Elena waited patiently for their turn. They were in a hamburger place. While they slowly moved phía trước, chuyển tiếp Damon examined the menu’s on the wall. They had numbers to pick from. “You know what you’re going to pick?” he asked Elena. “Hmm, am I supposed to pick something veggie and healthy?” Elena asked. “Elena” Damon said. “It’s a hamburger place. Not even the air in here is healthy. Pick whatever bạn want”
“Yay!” Elena said. “Then I’m going for number 7 and a coke”
“Diet hoặc regular?” Damon asked.
“Regular, duh” Elena đã đưa ý kiến a little cocky. “Diet’s for losers”
“You’re right” Damon said.
“Yeah?” the woman behind the bàn đã đưa ý kiến a little rude.
“Can we have a number seven, a number two, a cô ca and a beer. And, Elena, do bạn want ketchup with your fries?”
Elena nodded.
“And ketchup” Damon added to his order.
The woman đã đưa ý kiến the price, Damon paid it.
“Someone will bring your order to your bàn in a minute” the woman said. Damon led Elena to a bàn in a corner where they had a perfect view of the whole place. On a bàn not so far from theirs there were three rough-looking guys looking their way. One of them threw a Kiss at Elena. He was rather skinny, had black hair up until his shoulders and a row of piercings in his left ear. He wore a skinny jeans, boots with heels and a tight T-shirt, sleeves up so everyone could view his tattoo of…
“Is that the graveyard?” Elena asked, squeezing her eyes.
“I think it is” Damon said. “What a loser”
A waitress brought their order and Elena attacked.
“Good stuff?” Damon asked nodding at her hamburger.
“Mm-hm” Elena nodded with a mouth full of meat, vegetables, sandwich, bánh sandwich and mayonnaise and onions and pickles. She put her finger in her mouth and picked out the pickles. She shivered and swallowed. “You know what?” she đã đưa ý kiến and she took her plastic knife. “You get half of mine” she đã đưa ý kiến while she cut her hamburger in two. “and I’ll get half of yours” She put the half on Damon’s plate and already halved Damon’s burger before he could say anything.
“Suit yourself” he said. “Be careful, it’s a little spicy”
They looked up when they heard a cough. The loser was standing tiếp theo to their table. Damon and Elena shared a glance and then Damon looked at the guy. “What? bạn want the salt? Take it, it’s yours” he đã đưa ý kiến and he shoved the salt to the guy, hoping he now would get lost.
However, the guy had only eyes for Elena. “I saw bạn staring at my tattoo and I thought I should give bạn a closer look. I took pictures of them and told the tattoo man to make them exactly the same. bạn recognize this one?” he asked and pointed at a grave. Elena read the tiny letters and gasped. Damon noticed how tears filled her eyes. He gripped the guy’s arm and looked at it. He soon noted the image of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert’s grave. “You sick fuck” Damon đã đưa ý kiến breathing fast. He wanted to get up, but the guy raised his hands. “Okay, I get the message” he said. “I thought bạn were curious, but no hard feelings”
He walked back to his friends.
“Are bạn alright?” Damon asked. Elena nodded, a little shaky.
“Yay!” Elena said. “Then I’m going for number 7 and a coke”
“Diet hoặc regular?” Damon asked.
“Regular, duh” Elena đã đưa ý kiến a little cocky. “Diet’s for losers”
“You’re right” Damon said.
“Yeah?” the woman behind the bàn đã đưa ý kiến a little rude.
“Can we have a number seven, a number two, a cô ca and a beer. And, Elena, do bạn want ketchup with your fries?”
Elena nodded.
“And ketchup” Damon added to his order.
The woman đã đưa ý kiến the price, Damon paid it.
“Someone will bring your order to your bàn in a minute” the woman said. Damon led Elena to a bàn in a corner where they had a perfect view of the whole place. On a bàn not so far from theirs there were three rough-looking guys looking their way. One of them threw a Kiss at Elena. He was rather skinny, had black hair up until his shoulders and a row of piercings in his left ear. He wore a skinny jeans, boots with heels and a tight T-shirt, sleeves up so everyone could view his tattoo of…
“Is that the graveyard?” Elena asked, squeezing her eyes.
“I think it is” Damon said. “What a loser”
A waitress brought their order and Elena attacked.
“Good stuff?” Damon asked nodding at her hamburger.
“Mm-hm” Elena nodded with a mouth full of meat, vegetables, sandwich, bánh sandwich and mayonnaise and onions and pickles. She put her finger in her mouth and picked out the pickles. She shivered and swallowed. “You know what?” she đã đưa ý kiến and she took her plastic knife. “You get half of mine” she đã đưa ý kiến while she cut her hamburger in two. “and I’ll get half of yours” She put the half on Damon’s plate and already halved Damon’s burger before he could say anything.
“Suit yourself” he said. “Be careful, it’s a little spicy”
They looked up when they heard a cough. The loser was standing tiếp theo to their table. Damon and Elena shared a glance and then Damon looked at the guy. “What? bạn want the salt? Take it, it’s yours” he đã đưa ý kiến and he shoved the salt to the guy, hoping he now would get lost.
However, the guy had only eyes for Elena. “I saw bạn staring at my tattoo and I thought I should give bạn a closer look. I took pictures of them and told the tattoo man to make them exactly the same. bạn recognize this one?” he asked and pointed at a grave. Elena read the tiny letters and gasped. Damon noticed how tears filled her eyes. He gripped the guy’s arm and looked at it. He soon noted the image of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert’s grave. “You sick fuck” Damon đã đưa ý kiến breathing fast. He wanted to get up, but the guy raised his hands. “Okay, I get the message” he said. “I thought bạn were curious, but no hard feelings”
He walked back to his friends.
“Are bạn alright?” Damon asked. Elena nodded, a little shaky.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one bởi one.
He leaned against the cold, marble tường and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one bởi one.
He leaned against the cold, marble tường and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Gerard got trang chủ from his work. He hung his áo, áo khoác on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, nghề viết văn something.
“Eh, what are bạn doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m nghề viết văn a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a một giây later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are bạn doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m nghề viết văn a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a một giây later she heard a snap.
