She doesn't know how it came to this, her death at the hands of a werewolf who's name that she didn't know and who she had not antagonized in the slightest.
She was dying to save a friend, one that she had barely known for a few weeks.
Well, she often did stupid things for her friends, case in point Trevor and the mess with Katerina five hundred years ago.
To be honest, death had come far later than she'd expected. Her number had been up for a long time now, and she'd lived far longer than she could've hoped to.
And now Damon, someone she hadn't known for long but who had been the cause for her to end up in this predicament in the first place, was going to kill her. She knew that.
But Rose wasn't afraid. She was running in the sunshine.
She thought she might love Damon more than anyone else simply for that.