Nina Dobrev??

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It was dark. I could see only a few things: the moon mysteriously shining, the trees swaying, and the night sky starry and clear. I concentrated on the sensations—the comfort of the cold grass touching my bare feet and the wind blowing against my face. But then, I also felt a burning inside me; my lungs were full of fire. I have to get it out of me, the thought repeated in my head like a mantra. But before I could do anything, the creaking of the bed woke me up.

As I looked around, I saw a girl already staring at me. After a few seconds, the realization hit me like a truck: that was Nina Dobrev.

"Am I still dreaming? Because that can't be Nina Dobrev sitting in front of me."

I blushed and looked down in embarrassment when I realized I had said it out loud. She just looked at me with confusion.

"Who is Nina Dobrev?"

she asked softly and nasally.

"I am Elena."

"Elena...?"

"Yes, Elena Gilbert,"

she said roughly, probably irritated by my disbelief. But... wait, did she say Elena Gilbert, like Elena from The Vampire Diaries? My confusion deepened. I would almost think this was some kind of elaborate prank if it weren't for the fact that my father didn't have the money to hire actors and pull off something like this.

"Elena Gilbert, like Miranda and Grayson Gilbert?"

I asked, my voice trembling slightly.At my question, she looked down at her hands. "Yes," she spoke softly.

"Did you know them?"

She looked at me with hopeful eyes, and it suddenly hit me if Elena was here, that meant Miranda and Grayson were already dead. I swallowed hard, struggling with the wave of emotions this revelation brought.

"Mm.. yes"

Even tho I felt guilty of lying to one of my favourite characters I had to

"My parents worked with your father and my name is Dejah Garcia, its nice to meet you."

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