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RANDOM WORD: BUFFER
"I need some distance." He confesses.
"From Stefan? Mystic Falls?" He doesn't immediately respond and her voice catches as she utters, "Or me?"
The strong line of his jaw is hidden in the shadowy recesses of his leather collar and the darkness of his head hung in shame.
"I see." She doesn't speak again and he doesn't know how to bridge this icy silence that seems to stretch between them for longer than he could ever hope to cross.
Almost silently she rises and moves to the door.
"It isn't because I don't love you. I love you too much. You're going to be the death of me or worse, I'll be the death of you. I just need a little perspective.
You're too much."
"No, Damon," she speaks softly, but the hurt in her words makes him wish she would simply scream at him. "Obviously, I'm not enough."
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