"Different? What do you mean?"
Elena had asked this question with a hopeful tone. A tired tone.
"Just… Different. A good different."
Damon was the kind of person who acted like he couldn't care less. He had that certain attitude, the one that all the girls couldn't resist and all the boys despised. He knew exactly what people thought of him. No, he could not read minds, but he knew. Of course I wouldn't know anything about it. I am just the bystander in this story. The mysterious one, the one nobody knows and has no intention of knowing.
All I am here to do is to tell you of the feelings between a certain vampire and a certain Elena. Would you like to read more?
Yes?
Well then don't let me stop you.
*** Earlier that day….
I don't know what to do. What is someone like me to do? Act on these feelings? As if.
A word.
I need to find a word.
What is that one word that could possibly explain what I am feeling? Let me refresh my memory. Katherine.
What is this one word I am looking for?
I know that I felt it when I was with Katherine. I hate the fact that it was there, but I can't stop what has happened in the past.
Elena smiled. A small smile. She looked at the vampire standing in her doorway.
She waited.
Nothing.
No other words were said.
Well, none that were out loud.
