"Everyday I'm with you, it's like my world is upside down. The only thing tying me to it is you. Elena, I don't know how to describe my cinta for you..." Damon looked into the mirror. It was time. He'd told Elena he loved her, and now he'd tell her once again. This cinta segi tiga, segitiga couldn't go on any longer, for his forbidden cinta was dragging him down the path of insanity.
With a regretful glance at his car, Damon knocked on the door. He ruffled the bouquet of red and white mawar in his hand. There was no answer, just Elena’s car parked in the driveway. Something was wrong.
Running like a maniac, vampire speed, Damon charged into Elena’s room, to find her locked at the lips with Stefan. Damon’s head filled with thought: How can Stefan make a million mistakes and still get the girl? Why did I have to fall in love? What am I worth?
“Damon- WAIT!” shouted Elena, but Damon flashed out and all that was left was some roses, scattered along the ground. Elena punched Stefan in the stomach, and wooden bullets dug into his bones and veins. Stefan had kissed Elena, and needed it as a release from his darkness. He didn’t cinta her- he wanted Damon to feel pain.
Elena ran through the rain, crying and screaming, getting lebih and lebih dizzy. “Damon, where are you?” she screamed, and fell unconscious into the mud.
Elena wakes up to Damon’s face. “Is this a dream?” she says.
Damon, his face covered in raindrops and mud, replies: “That depends on where anda stand. anda control this- dream atau not.” Then Elena leans in, to ciuman him passionately on the mouth.
“I like this dream. Damon- Stefan tricked me. I cinta you. I’ve made up my mind, I don’t care what you’ve done in the past atau how I first thought anda were, I care about our future.” Elena whimpered.
“Elena,” Damon hands her what remains of the bouquet, “This is anda and me. anda are the pure, gentle, kind and beautiful white rose- and I am the passionate, angry, needy, extreme red rose. We’re different, too different, and it’s insane we’re together. Though somehow we fit, here in our own bouquet.”
With a regretful glance at his car, Damon knocked on the door. He ruffled the bouquet of red and white mawar in his hand. There was no answer, just Elena’s car parked in the driveway. Something was wrong.
Running like a maniac, vampire speed, Damon charged into Elena’s room, to find her locked at the lips with Stefan. Damon’s head filled with thought: How can Stefan make a million mistakes and still get the girl? Why did I have to fall in love? What am I worth?
“Damon- WAIT!” shouted Elena, but Damon flashed out and all that was left was some roses, scattered along the ground. Elena punched Stefan in the stomach, and wooden bullets dug into his bones and veins. Stefan had kissed Elena, and needed it as a release from his darkness. He didn’t cinta her- he wanted Damon to feel pain.
Elena ran through the rain, crying and screaming, getting lebih and lebih dizzy. “Damon, where are you?” she screamed, and fell unconscious into the mud.
Elena wakes up to Damon’s face. “Is this a dream?” she says.
Damon, his face covered in raindrops and mud, replies: “That depends on where anda stand. anda control this- dream atau not.” Then Elena leans in, to ciuman him passionately on the mouth.
“I like this dream. Damon- Stefan tricked me. I cinta you. I’ve made up my mind, I don’t care what you’ve done in the past atau how I first thought anda were, I care about our future.” Elena whimpered.
“Elena,” Damon hands her what remains of the bouquet, “This is anda and me. anda are the pure, gentle, kind and beautiful white rose- and I am the passionate, angry, needy, extreme red rose. We’re different, too different, and it’s insane we’re together. Though somehow we fit, here in our own bouquet.”
