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