Disclaimer: Don't own TVD.
A/N: So this is different than anything I've written before... Please read and review!
She was all sunshine, rainbows and butterflies.
A pretty pink umbrella drink.
Glossy lips and yellow sundresses.
He was all dark, sharp edges and warning signs.
A shot of bourbon burning down your throat.
Bloody fangs and leather jackets.
The two should've never mixed, sugar and spice. (Everything nice was left out.)
It would never work.
But then she died. (And was kidnapped. And tortured. Not once, but twice.)
And a little darkness began to seep into the light.
And as much as Damon tried to deny it entrance, a light began to filter through his darkness.
The light was blonde.
And somehow the mix that should've never worked, did.
They fit together like broken puzzle pieces.
No, they would never be a perfect match.
But they kind of like it that way.