𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚
The fear of falling in love or being in a romantic relationship.
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Cassandra Gilbert. Elena and Jeremy's older sister, who went to Europe after graduation and left a small, remote town behind. But what happens when she find...
"Have you ever thought it wasn't your fault? Mistakes are made up of actions ... of multiple actions. And you, you have a choice and you choose. Sometimes and maybe-most of the time we make the wrong choice. But that's fine, because it shows the human part that's left somewhere. People make bad choices and that means they have free will. Like you... You are free, you are not imprisoned.''
He rubbed his hands and looked up at me. "Look around, this seems like a prison to me, like a cell."
I laughed lightly as he used my words. "Maybe ... but it's mainly in your mind. If you haven't noticed all the time, the door is open,'' he raised his head almost immediately. "I told you," I got up and dusted myself, placed a bottle of blood next to him, and walked out the door. I turned to him one last time. "You are free and you make your decisions, your mistakes and now you have a choice. Choose what you do, Steffy.''
I left the door wide open and walked out of their basement into the living room. Damon stood at the alcohol table, pouring himself a glass. He looked up at me and started pouring another. I took the offered glass from him and nodded to thank him.
We sat down together on a sofa and looked into the fireplace without flames.
He looked up in confusion. ''Shouldn't he...?''
I nodded thoughtfully. "Well, yeah, he should."
''What are we going to do with it?''
''We?''
"I hope you don't leave it to me."
"You're the man here."
"No, It's-"
"Imagine the title 'Damon The Housewife'. ''
"Haha, very funny."
"You should start training. So go for the wood and if it's not like that, cut down into the woods. '
"Seriously?"
"Absolutely and honestly."
"I won't"
"It's getting cold."
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A moment later, I look into the burning fireplace. Damon was so kind as to bring wood. He fell beside me with a grin. "As you wished ma'am."
I rolled my eyes at it. "Don't call me ma'am, it sounds old."
"Maybe because you are."
"Well yes but no. And you're what? A living corpse? You look like it. ''
"Oh ... it hurts. A blow to the heart. ''
"You mean the heart is dead or what doesn't exist?"
He just laughed and took a sip from his glass. Damon was playing with the device in his hand, and he asked me. "Let me guess... do you know what it is? And you know what it's used for," I grinned. ''Damon, why do you keep asking when you know she's not gonna tell you anyway?!''
I smiled sweetly at him. "Be careful, you're starting to suffer from self-talk."
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