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Damon in love in 1864

This imagine was requested by Slytherinhorcrux1. Thank you so much for reading and liking my writing!

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Hazel's pov

I look at the dark clouds slowly start to cover the bright sky as I walked up the stairs to my home with my younger sister Brielle following behind me. "Uh...Haze can you please carry my books home for me. I have to go fetch the letters from the front." I looked back at her. Her fair skin shining in the little sunlight that fell on her and her long brown hair held back in a braid with beautiful white flowers placed randomly in it.

"Sure Bri." She quickly gave me her books and I grunt as I tried to balance her big books on my hands that already had a grocery bag sitting on them. I watch her walk away and carefully push the door of my house and walk in closing it behind me with my foot. A very not lady like behavior as my father would say. "You should place them down first and always use your hands to close the door carefully and slowly."

I chuckle when I think of my dad scolding me on my manners when I know that he finds it funny, since I have seen him try to cover his laugh when he sees me do "un-lady" like things. My mother on the other hand does not really pay attention to those stuff. She's just happy that her daughters are kind, helpful and caring women. She did teach us on how a "proper" woman behaves but I think all what she taught me went down the drain when I met the Salvatore Brothers.

Damon and Stefan. Inseparable, handsome young boys. I met them when I was walking home from the market once. Damon's my age and Stefan is younger but that didn't stop us from becoming the best of friends. Stefan and I are still good friends even after I started dating Damon two years ago. He asked me out on a date one evening after the boys and I finished playing ball in their garden. I remember when Mr.Salvatore sent me a disapproving glare after he saw my dirty dress. 

Damon's the most sweetest boy I have ever met. He comes to my home in the morning holding a few freshly plucked wild flowers, he eats lunch with me in our place in the forest, he randomly shows up and hugs me from behind when I'm helping out my mom and dad with something. He sneaks out of his home at night with a lantern in hand and picks me up from mine and we both walk to this place in the forest that overlooks a beautiful waterfall. We both lay down there on a carpet and he holds me as we watch the stars till the sun starts rising.

We used to do all of this till we had to stop five months ago when Damon joined the army to please his father. Don't get me wrong I have a lot of respect for Giuseppe Salvatore but that doesn't mean I like him. I have heard stories about how he treated Lily Salvatore and his sons, especially Damon. 

"Hazel you have a letter." My sister calls out for me as she enters the house and I stop emptying the bags and walk to the living room to meet her. "Here. I am not really sure who it's from because it doesn't say." I take the letter from her and when I see the brown envelope that had a small patches of dirt on it I instantly smile. I open the letter and smile when I read it.

My Dear Darling Hazel,

Here I am. I just came back from the front and have no work to do for a while so I decided to finish your letter. 

I am not that hurt just a few wounds here and there not anything that can't be treated quickly. Back when I was in the front I found Henry. I am not sure if you know him but he's wounded pretty bad. But as usual he kept making jokes as the nurses treated him and put him in a cast. He's passed out like a baby in his bed in the medical now. 

I got a letter from Stef, yesterday. He told me a girl is now living with him and dad for a while and he also told me about how much you don't like her. And I am pretty sure I won't like her as well because how can I like someone you don't like darling. He also told me that your father has been getting better and that makes me very happy. It makes me think about that smile of yours that you smile when you are happy and I have no words to describe how beautiful it makes you look.

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