Chapter 3! like chapter 2 i dont know about it. Comment! I always love to know how im doing
anyway the lyrics in this story are of Paramore's My Heart it just seemed to fit the mood.
Anyway enjoy!
Damon took my hand from his face and placed it on his chest, right where his beating heart used to beat. It might have been the pulse from my hand but I could have sworn that I felt a faint beating of a once live heart under my palm. I took his hand and placed it at the top of my bodice and where I could feel my heart beating madly under my skin. We stood like that for another moment before either of us talked or moved. I felt like I was right; that being alone with him did in fact make a difference. I could tell I knew more about him and his human life more by standing here with him.
"This heart; it's strange. It seems to skip beats in moments like this." I said thinking out loud. As I said this my mother's voice was singing a Paramore loudly in my head.
"This heart, it beats
Beats for only you
This heart it beats
Beats for only you
My heart is yours"
"That's oddly sweet and oddly morbid you know, Elena." Damon said as he removed his hand from chest. I did the same as he held his out for me to hold as we walked some more.
We walked through part of the garden before I talked to him again. This time it was a friendly, 1864 moment kind of tone, "Look at these flowers. I wonder how Mrs. Lockwood keeps them all so fresh and beautiful. I wonder if she sings to them, I heard somewhere that singing to them helps them grow." I said innocently. It's true though, I did hear somewhere that singing to them helped them grow. And that was from my mouth two seconds ago.
"I don't know Elena. Maybe you should try. I bet the flowers would love to hear you voice." Damon said with a sly smile on his face.
"I don't really sing, although my shower head hasn't complained yet." I said almost shyly.
"I bet you are a fantastic singer! You should let the flowers let you know you want to be heard. Please? For me?" He said doing the adorable pouty lip thing that made him look so young and innocent, even though we all knew the truth.
"Mr. Salvatore! Are you trying to make me sing? Why, you wouldn't dare would you? I will not sing. I refuse." I said using my best accent and turning away like a little kid. Damon touched my shoulder in an I'm-Very-Sorry way. I turned back to face him.
Damon put his hand under my chin tilting it upward so he could look me in the eyes, "I'm sorry, Elena. Forgive me? I promise I won't do that again." He spoke softly, almost like a whisper on my face.
