In the midst of a full blown panic attack, Damon's darts out of his room, nearly running into one of the nurses as he makes a mad dash for the sliding doors to get outside. His heart is slamming like jackhammer against his chest wall, his throat is tightening and his ears are roaring with the way his blood is sloshing through his veins. Not knowing what to do or where to go, he pulls the door open and runs off into the night. Cresting a hill, he sees a tree. Hurrying over to it, he falls to his knees. He saw himself and her and a picture on a screen but it can't be true, he thinks to himself. Surely someone would've told him if he was a father. No, no, it can't be true, he's imagining it, he has to be. Closing his eyes, he jerks at his hair. No matter how hard he tries, nothing more pops into his head.

"Which way did Damon go?" Brady asks, one of the other patient care technicians.

"He ran outside," Rose says, pointing at the door that's still open. Worried about what set the kid off, Brady hurries after him. "Thank Christ," he utters to himself, grateful that's it's not dark yet. But he knows that what's left of daylight will drop below the horizon in the western sky shortly. Looking into the distance, Brady sees just a glimpse of him on a far off hill. Breaking into a jog, he runs after Damon, hoping he can reach him before the darkness falls. When he reaches Damon, he pauses to catch his breath. As soon as he gets his second wind, he approaches Damon carefully.

"Damon, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing is wrong. I want to be alone," he snaps. Jumping to his feet, he's starting to feel caged in so he starts to run again, narrowly avoiding a collision with his friend as he makes a beeline for the building. Once inside he goes to his room. Because it's a hospital there's no lock on the door. Pushing the bed up against the door, Damon retreats, sinking into one of the corners. Letting his head fall back, he stares at the ceiling above. Not knowing what's up and what's down, not knowing what's real and what's make believe, Damon retreats into himself when the darkness threatens to consume him.

With his brother and sister in law monopolizing Elena and Mellie, Zach and Jenna excuse themselves under the guise of running some errands. "What do you have planned, Zach?"

"We're going to drive to Kalispell to see my nephew. He's been avoiding my calls and texts for days now. I want to know why he told Damon that Elena was with Kol. I'll admit, I've always been closer to Damon but I care about Stefan too."

"I know that but does he?"

"That's what I aim to find out, pretty lady," Zach says, dropping a kiss to her luscious lips. Deciding to drive his sports car today, he pulls the door open. Once she's inside, he pushes it closed. After sliding into the driver's seat, he ignites the engine and pulls out of the driveway. Once they're on the highway, Jenna rolls down the window. The breeze blows her strawberry blonde hair in her face but she still loves it. "You said Stefan goes to college in Kalispell?"

"Yes, he's studying computer science. Stefan is a whiz with electronics whereas Damon has always been more interested in design, drawing and things like that."

"I see. Um, there's the Kalispell exit," Jenna adds, pointing it out to him." Nodding at her, he merges into the turn lane, pulling off of the one highway when they see the Kalispell exit. When they reach Stefan's apartment complex, Zach parks the car. As soon as they're both out of the car, Zach takes her hand. Lacing their fingers together, they walk up the stairs. As upset as he is with Stefan for hurting Damon, Zach is quite curious as to his reasons. Although there's nothing Zach can think of that would justify Stefan's actions, perhaps he feels he has a valid reason for lashing out. Reaching the door, Zach raises his fist and raps on the door.

Raising an eyebrow, Stefan squints when the sun hits his pupils. Dropping his head face first into the pillow, he covers his ears with his hands. Whent the knocking doesn't stop, he drags himself out of bed. Slipping into a pair of sweatpants, he stumbles to the door. Having tied one on last night, his head is throbbing. Pulling the door open, his eyes widen when he sees who's standing at the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to have a word with you, Stefan. Can we come in?"

"Sure, why not," he adds, stepping aside with a roll of his eyes.

"You look like you could use some coffee, Stefan."

"Yeah, I went out with my friends last night. You gonna tell on me?"

"No, I'm not going to tell on you. Get dressed, we'll take you out for lunch."

"Woo, lunch," Stefan repeats, wiggling his fingers in the air.

"Are you through now?"

"Oh no, Zach. I'm just starting." When he sees Zach's disapproving look, "Killjoy," he adds before disappearing into his bedroom to put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. As soon as he's dressed, he follows Jenna and Zach outside, locking his apartment door as he pulls it closed. Deciding that since it's a beautiful day, he goes through the drivethrough at McDonalds and then drives to Woodland park. Finding an empty picnic table the three of them eat in silence. Although Jenna tries to make conversation with Stefan, he's pretty tight lipped, preferring to eat his food with his eyes dropped down. When they finish, Zach gets up to throw their garbage away. Returning to the table, he gives Jenna a nod. She excuses herself to go watch the ducks that are swimming on the lake that runs through the park.

"Alright Stefan, you can cut the crap now. I want to know why you deliberately told Damon that Elena was with Kol?"

"I don't have to answer to you."

"What is your problem and where is all of this hostility coming from?"

Pushed to the brink, Stefan lashes out, "Do you have any idea what it's like to be the big brother to someone who's always better at everything? We're nearly the same age yet it's Damon did this and Damon did that. All the girls would practically drop the panties whenever he'd pass them in the halls at school. I know he's good looking but I'm not exactly Frankenstein. And you're just as bad, you always, always favored him over me," he yells. Crumpling up his empty drink cup, he tosses it at the garbage basket. When it ricochets off the top edge, he gets up to drop it in the can.

"Stefan, I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. Damon just always seemed more interested in my work and what I did. Whenever I'd offer to bring the two of you here to spend time with me on a weekend or during the summer, you were never interested. I thought that you didn't like me," Zach explains. Blowing out a puff of air, Stefan then tightens his lips before sitting back down. "Now will you tell me why you deliberately tried to hurt your brother? I know how fond Damon is of you, Stefan. Whether you choose to believe me or not, I can tell you with absolute certainty that Damon loves and looks up to you."

Staring down at his clasped hands, he says softly, "Elena was supposed to be mine. I wanted to go out with her. The only reason I didn't ask her was because I was a senior and she was a freshman. I thought," he says, "I don't know that maybe she was too young, too naïve back then." Now knowing the real reason, Zach gives Stefan's forearm a light squeeze. "Look at me, Stefan." When their eyes meet, Zach asks, "Did Damon know how you felt about Elena?"

"No, I didn't tell anyone."

"You know your brother, Stefan. He wouldn't have pursued her if he knew that you were interested. You know that."

"Yeah, I know. I just thought he'd rag on me about her being a Gilbert and all that tired old bullshit. So yeah, Zach, I know it's my own fault that she fell for him but that does nothing to soothe the bitterness."

"Look Stefan, Damon is starting to remember some things. You need to fix things and be there for him and that young man is not negotiable." When he sees an almost imperceptible nod from Stefan, Zach gets up to join Jenna for a few moments. Stefan stays seated, his palms clamped onto either side of his throbbing head, as he contemplates the mess his life is. Hearing their footsteps, he gets up and starts to walk towards his uncle's car.

"Do you know where your parents are today?" Zach asks, unlocking the door.

"Why would I know that?"

"They're at my place getting aquainted with their granddaughter."

"The fuck you say," Stefan blurts out, throwing his head back in disgust.

"She's your niece too. Don't you want to get to know her?" Jenna asks, curious about Zach's older nephew.

"No," he snaps. With a quick glare at the woman, Stefan gets in the back seat and lays his head back. The first thing he's going to do when he gets home is take some Advil and crawl back into his bed.

"Thanks Jenna. I really appreciate it," Elena says, giving her aunt a quick hug before running out to the car to join Rebekah. Stepping on the gas peddle, the two of them hurry over to the theatre. Someone called in sick so Elena agreed to work an extra shift. With one of the expected summer blockbuster opening tonight, Richard, the theatre owner wanted all hands on deck. After putting her badge on, she slips into the ticket booth to start getting people seated. She's been selling tickets for a couple of hours before the line even begins to thin out. Some of the smaller communities around Polson don't have theatres so kids and adults drive here if they want to see a movie. Needing a break, she lets Bonnie take over while Elena uses the bathroom. When she's done, she gets behind the concession counter. Between making popcorn and filling popcorn buckets and filling large cups of soda, she keeps busy. Actually she likes being busy because for her, it seems to make the time go faster.

By the time midnight arrives, she and Rebekah help to get the concession stand cleaned up. When they and their co-workers finish, their friend Tyler invites them to come upstairs to the projection room. Sitting back, they watch the movie from high above the crowd seated below. Although she's enjoying herself, Elena is tired. Sitting beside Rebekah, she leans her head against her friends arm, soon dropping off into slumber.

Feeling her body being joggled, Elena opens her eyes when she hears Rebekah tell her to wake up. Forcing her eyes open, she sits up. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was so tired," she adds, covering her mouth when she yawns again. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she scrolls through her messages. Not seeing one from Damon, her heart twists painfully. She was hoping that he'd call or write her another letter, especially after he kissed her like that. At the mere thought of his powerful kiss, she unconsciously touches her lips with her fingertips.

"Are you ready to go home?" Rebekah asks, dragging Elena to her feet with a tug.

"Yeah, I'm tired. These twelve plus hour shifts get long."

"They do. Um, thanks a lot, Tyler. I had a lot of fun. I'm sure Elena did too," she laughs, smiling widely at Tyler. Even though she went on a date with Matt, they're not dating so she has nothing to feel guilty about for being flirty with Tyler. He walks the two girls out to the car, making sure they're safe before he goes back inside, locking the theatre door behind him.

Barely coming out of his room except to eat, Damon still doesn't know up from down. Was the image seemingly burned into his white matter real or is his memory of a pregnant Elena just a figment of his imagination? Unable to keep it to himself anymore, he goes to look for Dr. Mikaelson. When the nurse tells him that he's out of the office for a few days, having taken his wife to Las Vegas, Damon drops his chin to his chest in despair. Not sure that he can trust Stefan or his parents or even his uncle, he walks outside. All of them hid Elena's existence from him so how can he believe anything that they'd tell him now? Kicking the dirt, he walks out onto the courtyard and then out into the rolling hills beyond. Knowing that he'll be found if he goes to the tree, he walks off in the other direction, disappearing in a patch of long grasses.

Picking up a handful of rocks, he skims them across the water. Before he can bend over to pick up some more, he turns around when he hears his name. "Damon, you've been hiding for a couple of days now. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" Struggling with himself, he finally figures he's got nothing to lose. "Walk with me," he says, motioning for Brady to join him as they walk along the sand, occasionally getting his shoes wet as he steps to close to the water's edge.

"What has you so freaked, Damon?" Raising his eyes to Brady's but not pausing his footsteps, he starts, "When you showed me the picture of your baby, I had a flashback of me and Elena. She was laying on a table with her belly exposed. I saw a picture just like yours on the monitor and then I was kissing her. Am I a father, Brady?"

"Wow, I don't know what to tell you, Damon. I've never seen Elena or your uncle with a child. I can't answer that question."

"It feels so real. They hid Elena from me, why wouldn't they hide a baby too? And Elena, I trusted her, why would she hide a baby?"

"Hey, you don't even know if the baby is real, Damon. Remember you hallucinated killing a baby? I mean, I'm not a professional but it seems far fetched. That's not only because of your hallucinations, it's just hard to believe they'd keep that from you unless they were advised to do so, if it's real I mean," Brady adds pointedly. "I know you're old enough physically to be a dad but you're both so young. I just find it hard to believe."

"It don't know what to think, Brady. But one way or another, I need to know if there is a baby? Can I use your phone?"

"Yeah, of course. I'll just wait over there so you have a little privacy," Brady says, handing him the cellphone. Nodding, Damon gets up and walks a little farther away. Closing his eyes, he takes a couple of deep breaths and then with a shaky hand, he pushes her number. One ring become two and then three, all the while his heart is beating a chaotic cadence against his chest. His throat feels thick and he tries to swallow around the knot. When she finally answers, he pulls the phone away from his ear for a second to fortify his nerves.

"Hello?"

"Elena, it's me."

"Damon, what is it? Is something wrong?"

"Am I a father?" When his question is met by silence, Damon's gut begins to roil. "Damn it, Elena, answer me?" he snaps, his anxiety level surging to def con ten with every beat of his heart.

"Damon... I.. I.."

Not wanting to hear that he may have really killed his child, he ends the call. Unable to cope with the turmoil raging inside of him, Damon lets the phone fall from his hand and then he runs.

Stunned, the phone falls from Elena's hand. Her body's fight or flight response grips her and the next thing she's aware of is being outside, standing on the dock in Zach's backyard. Having seen her run through the house as if it was on fire, Zach puts the newspaper down and goes after her. Stepping outside, he sees her pacing the length of the dock, her hands fists at her sides and as he closes the distance between them, he hears her tears. Approaching her cautiously, he asks in a soft voice, "Elena, what is it? What's happened?"

"It's Damon.. he.. he called."

"And?"

"He asked me if he was a father. I was too shocked to say anything and before I could even get a word out, he hung up on me."

"So he must've had a flashback or a memory or something? This is a good thing isn't it?"

"Yes. No. I don't know? I wanted him to remember but I wanted to confirm it in person, not like this. He's upset, he yelled at me when I didn't answer him right away. I'm sure he's hurt and upset and probably spiraling again. We have to go to see him, Zach."

"We will, Elena. Listen, I'll try to arrange my schedule so we can go tomorrow. Do you work?"

"No, I have tomorrow off. God, Zach, what if he won't see us?"

"Then I'll talk to him. I know it's difficult but try not to put up all these imaginary road blocks. By the time we see him, he may very well have calmed down and be ready to listen to you. And it's more than past time for him to meet his child."

"You're right. Thank you, Zach," she whispers, letting him give her a hug when he wraps his arms around her. He drops a light kiss to the top of her head before letting go. "Let's go into the house, it's late and you need to get some rest."

"Do you really think I'm going to sleep tonight?"

"No, I suspect you won't but you need to try. Tomorrow will be an emotional day." Nodding, she walks beside him as the two of them head back to the house, her head a maelstrom of emotions both good and bad.

"Are you ready for this?" Zach asks, pulling into one of the parking spaces at Damon's hospital.

Overly emotional and feeling completely rudderless, Elena can only nod. Robotic like, she gets out and then gets Mellie out of the backseat. With her daughter on her hip and Zach at her side, they walk into the building. Just as they approach the nurse's desk, Elijah appears, having come home from Vegas sooner than anticipated. Requesting to speak to them in private, he leads them to his office. Smiling at the little girl, Elijah motions for them to have a seat before walking behind his desk to sit down himself. Anxious and antsy to see Damon, Elena shifts from one side of her butt to the other, crossing one leg and then the other, stopping only when Zach places his hand atop her forearm. When Mellie leans towards him, he takes her into his arms, letting her sit on his lap to suck on the bottle that Elena hands him.

"What did you want to talk to us about, Dr. Mikaelson?" Zach inquires, his eyes drifting to the baby in his arms.

"It's Damon. I don't know how receptive he'll be to seeing you. Quite honestly, he's in shock to learn that he fathered a child. He's had hallucinations of killing the baby before, not maliciously but in the car accident. He's upset and doesn't know how to process the bombshell that has dropped on him. I tried to explain that it was my decision to keep her existence under wraps until I felt that he could handle it but he was in no mood to listen."

"What? He doesn't want to meet his daughter?"

"Elena, he has agreed to see you but you need to prepare yourself because I'm afraid he'll be standoffish at best, completely numb and distant at worst."

"I don't understand. I really thought that knowing about her would help. Instead it's only made things worse."

"In the short run, Elena. Perhaps not so in the long run. We have to let him deal with this on his own terms, his own clock as it were."

"So you're saying that he doesn't want to see us?" Zach asks, his eyes darting from Elijah to Elena and back again.

"Not at all. I think he's a little afraid to see the baby. He's outside. Why don't you go to talk to him while Zach watches your little girl?"

"Zach?" Elena asks, feeling like the wind has been knocked out of her. Although everything in her wants to run this time, she knows that's not an option so she stands up and goes to find Damon. When she reaches the sliding glass doors to go outside, she looks around hoping to see him. Dropping her head in frustration when she doesn't she takes a deep fortifying breath and then steps outside. Walking out past the concrete patio and picnic area, she walks towards the top of the low hill. Finally she sees him, he's turned away with his back facing her. Opening and closing her hands at her sides a few times, she forces one foot in front of the next till she steps on a dead branch, the crack of the wood alerting him to her presence.

"Tell me?" When she tries to move closer to him, he backs away, maintaining the distance as if it's his failsafe.

"The pregnancy was confirmed the very day you had the accident. We had been to the doctor's office together. We were both scared to death but we both knew we were in love with the baby we created. I wanted to tell you, I did. It's not fair that you missed so much of her life but Dr. Mikaelson didn't think that you were ready to learn about her yet. I'm sorry, Damon. I truly am."

"I don't know what to think. The baby, it's a girl?"

"Yes. Her name is Melanie Jane Salvatore. I've called her Mellie since day one though. Do you want to see her picture? I have several in my phone," she starts to say, pulling it out of her back pocket.

"No, no, I can't. I just can't. I'm sorry." Jittery and off kilter, Damon rocks back and forth from one foot to the next. When she starts to step closer to him, he raises his palm, wordlessly telling her to back off.

"Damon Please?" she pleads, tears now trailing down her cheeks.

"I can't, Elena. Not now, I'm sorry, I can't," he cries, backing away even further. In the next moment, he sprints away leaving her alone to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart.

Thank goodness Mellie is sleeping Zach thinks to himself. It didn't take Elena long to cry herself to sleep once he pulled onto the highway to go home. She's so afraid that Damon doesn't want to have anything to do with her or their daughter anymore. He tried to go to speak to him before they left but Damon had disappeared somewhere on the grounds. Although he suspects that Damon was in his room, he didn't want to corrupt the safety that his room probably provides for him. Instead of speaking to him, he wrote him a note that Dr. Mikaelson promised to deliver. With Elena so distraught, he had no recourse but to take her home. And as fond as he's grown of Elena, he does understand why Damon is feeling like his world has tilted off of its axis. One moment, he's a kid suffering from a psychotic break, the next thing he knows is that his crutch, the brown haired girl, is very real and that he's a father. When he tries to put himself in Damon's shoes, he can easily imagine how overwhelmed he must feel. He also knows that Mellie deserves to have her father in her life and Damon will hate himself if he turns his back on her. All he can do is hope and pray that once Damon gets used to the idea, he'll be the young man he knows him to be.

Pulling into the driveway, Zach sighs happily when he sees Jenna walk outside to meet them. Wanting nothing more than to bury himself inside of her, he knows that they have to take care of Elena and Mellie first. Stepping out of the car, he pulls her into his arms for a heady kiss. Pulling back, she peers into his window, frowning when she sees Elena. Because the window is rolled down she can see the dried tear tracks on her niece's cheeks.

"What happened?"

"Damon wouldn't see Mellie. He wouldn't even let Elena show him her picture. I know, Jenna, you just want to smack him but try to put yourself in his shoes. According to Dr. Mikaelson, he had several hallucinations that he killed a child in the car accident. And now to find out that the baby is alive and real and his.. sent him into a tailspin. He's my nephew. I know things look bleak in this moment but he'll come to grips with it, he just needs some time to wrap his head around all of this."

"Alright, Zach, I won't disparage him but you're right, I do want to throttle him for making her cry. Look how much she's had to do on her own. I know he's in that hospital through no fault of his own but that still didn't make it any easier for her."

"I know, Jenna. Believe me I know. I'm in awe of Elena everyday, if you believe nothing else, believe that."

"I believe you, Zach Salvatore. I love you."

"I love you too, Jenna Sommers. I'll be forever grateful to Elena for bringing you into my life."

"Likewise," she teases, giving him another quick kiss. As soon as she wraps her arms around his neck to give him a hug, Elena wakes up. Confused, she sits up in her chair. As soon as she realizes where she is, she relaxes back into the seat for a couple of moments. Snapping open her seatbelt, she stretches and gets out of the car. Stepping back from Jenna, Zach reaches in and pulls a sleeping Mellie out too while Jenna grabs her diaper bag. Seeing her niece's puffy, red eyes, Jenna wraps an arm around her shoulder and walks with her into the house. "Did Zach call you?"

"Yeah, he did. He mentioned that you cried yourself to sleep. I'm so sorry, Elena. I'm not going to excuse what he did but I hope you won't give up on him. He's been through something incredibly traumatic, a lot of us wouldn't have survived. He's in shock."

With her lips quivering uncontrollably and with fresh tears forming in her eyes, she blurts out, "But he doesn't want anything to do with me or Mellie." In that moment, the only thing Jenna can do is hold her in her arms and let her cry for all that she's lost.

"No buts about it, Elena. Kol and Rebekah are going home Sunday to get ready for their senior year. The three of you are going to go out and have fun."

"But I thought you and Zach had plans for the weekend?"

"Yes, we do. We're going to Vegas Friday morning and flying home Sunday night. Max and Josie are driving down to babysit for you. So chill, okay?"

"But Jenna, she's my daughter, my responsibility," Elena protests. Although she's still reeling from Damon's rejection, the idea of a time out with her best friends does sound appealing. "Fine," she mumbles, turning her attention back to her daughter in front of her. They're playing with blocks and the donut stacking toy. "ma," she squeals, hitting the block against the hard wood floor. Laughing despite her rather somber mood, Elena pulls her daughter to sit between her spread legs. Handing her one of the rings, Mellie puts it on the spindle. When she hears her momma's praise, she starts to coo and clap her pudgy little hands together. When she sees the phone, she reaches for it.

"Do you want to see Mellie?" Elena asks. "Ma, ma." Clicking onto the album part, Elena lets Mellie see pictures of herself. Squealing excitedly, she claps and points. When a picture of Damon comes up, she stares at it for a moment before saying, "Da."

"That's right, baby girl, that's daddy." With her eyes welling up, Elena pulls her onto her lap, squeezing her tightly. Since it's nearly bedtime, Elena picks up the toys and takes Mellie upstairs to bed. After getting her to sleep, she crawls into a nice hot bubble bath. Although she's tried, Damon hasn't returned her calls or texted her or even written her a letter in the last week. Wishing she knew what he was thinking, she closes her eyes and lays her head back, imagining it's his arms wrapped around her instead of her own.

After making sure that Damon's parents know her phone number and Kol's and Rebecca's should they need to reach her, Elena reluctantly agrees to go out with her friends. Since she was too distracted either by Damon or worrying about his parents, Kol and Rebekah planned their day. They start out at miniature golf course. Each taking a club, they work their way through the course, Elena can hardly stand still to put with laughing so hard when she has to try to get the golf ball in the shark's mouth. From there they move onto the next hole which is a pirate ship and then they have to put the ball into a cannon.

"Your turn, Kol," Elena says, handing him the golf club. Pretending to act like a pro, Kol shakes his booty, finally he takes his swing, landing on his ass when he does, his ball landing in the pool of water. Laughing till their bellies hurt, Elena and Rebekah are nearly rolling.

"Har, har," he retorts, pretending to be scandalized. When they finish up their round, they turn in their clubs and head over to Richwines Burgerville. After placing their orders, they find a table outside. When their number is called, Kol and Elena get up to bring their food over to the table. Digging in, Elena savors the taste of the freshly grilled bacon cheeseburger. The fries are greasy and delicious. When her mind drifts to Damon, a feeling of melancholy washes over her. Recognizing her mood change immediately, Rebekah tells her to knock it off.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I am having a great time. Thanks you guys."

"What would you have us do, Elena? Let you sulk all day? Do you not know us at all?" she asks, trying to keep a straight face but fails miserably.

"I love you guys."

"We love you too, now enough with the mush," Kol adds, raising an eyebrow at her. "Next we're going to the theatre. I want to see that new adventure flick."

"Sounds good," Elena agrees, taking another bite of her burger, followed by a nice greasy French fry. Picking up her milk shake she washes it down. When she hears a baby burbling, she looks around. There's a young couple with a baby. The guy is wearing a Polson High practice jersey. With school starting next week, football practice has already started at the high school. Looking at him a little longer, she finally recognizes him as one of her classmates. Since she only spent a few weeks at Polson High at the end of her junior year, she doesn't know him personally. She does know that he must be about her age too. The girl too looks familiar but she can't quite place where she saw her before. She watches how tender and loving the guy is with what looks to be his little boy. With the baby in one arm and holding her hand with the other, he leads them to sit down a couple of picnic tables away from where Elena and her friends are seated. Feeling her eyes fill with tears, Elena turns away. Sensing her mood change and seeing her tears, Kol looks around. He makes the connection when he sees the couple too.

"Elena?"

"He doesn't want anything to do with us," she cries, his rejection stabbing at her heart from every possible angle.

Huge thanks to you my dearest friend and sister, Eva. I love you so very much.

Also a incredible thanks to all of you too for making this story what it is. It means so much to both Eva and I.

Chapter title: 'Too Much' by LP.

'Flames' will update next. Very soon I'll be posting the first chapter of "Phoenix Rising". Unless there's a computer malfunction or FF issues, "Somebody to Love" will post on Valentine's day.

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