Prologue
Falling
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Elena Gilbert never really believed in love.
It was always more of a fantasy than reality for her. She saw it as unrealistic, overrated, and pointless.
Why give an other person the ability to hurt you when you could do that all on your own?
She'd seen enough broken hearts in her 21 years of existence. It wasn't worth feeling like you were drowning beneath every memory and every declare of emotion and every passionate fight. It wouldn't be worth it because in the end who would be there to pick up the pieces? Who would be there to tell you that it's okay to not be okay?
But yet, here she was. Falling in love with a devil. Falling in love with a beautiful disaster.
Falling in love with a pain in the ass.
Two months ago, if you had told her that she would die without the touch of a man that made her weak in the knees, she would've burst out laughing and called you stupid. She would've said that there was no way in hell.
But that was before life decided to intervene with Elena's plans.
That was before she fell in desperate, agonizing, and totally uncontrollable love with a pair of wicked baby blue eyes.
That was before she knew about Damon Salvatore.
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A/N: Hi people! I'm a new author on Fanfiction. And this is my first story, so bear with me.
This story came to me when I was rewatching the series after the grand finale, which I found to be incredibly beautiful but so fucking heartbreaking.
Anyways, there's gonna be more to the summary, but this story is about Elena and Damon meeting and realizing that love is very different for every single person.
This fic is going to be an M-rating, so SMUT ALERT later on.
I hope you enjoy the prologue and I'll be writing the chapters as soon as I can! I'll be updating tomorrow most likely but who knows?! It could be sooner.
Thank you.