'You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
You got that long hair, slicked bac...
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Toyko was magical he fell in love with the place as soon as they landed, the art, culture, and people. The food was amazing and the night lights that shone all over the city were beautiful.
They had spent a week their the two promising to go back, because not only did he fall in love. Rosalie fell in love with the way Damon's face lit up as he found the new culture to enjoy, the loved watching his face break out into a grin as the lights above them shone down on the whole city.
After spending a week their, the two of them travelled to Spain. Although with Spain being so sunny a lot of the time, it meant Rosalie had to stay hidden a lot, which was the only downfall.
After visiting those three amazing places, they decided to head to Rome. Damon was very excited to head to this place. He had always wished to travel their.
The best part was the night, life. Damon had to admit Rome was beautiful, especially for couples, because it gave him that feeling that Paris gave him.
"What do you want to do tonight?" Rosalie questioned as she glanced at her boyfriend through her mirror. She looked him up and down when she saw him with no shirt on.
Damon met her eyes with a grin. "Whatever you want, angel." He told her. As he did up his belt.
The two of them had taken to the night life, with Damon still needing to sleep to function and Rosalie not being able to appear in the sun, Damon slept during the day while Rosalie hunted, then at night it was completely juts them.
While their special activities happened within any hour of the day.
"Well, if it's whatever I want." Rosalie turned around in her chair towards him after applying her lipstick. "I want to go to the Pantheon." She told him.
Damon nodded as he did up his shirt. "Then off to the pantheon we go." He grabbed his leather jacket, pairing it with his black shirt and black trousers and shoes.
His style had changed drastically since he met Rosalie. He was no longer the boy who silly t-shirts and cargos. Instead, he was a man who wore a shirt and trousers, Chino's as Rosalie would call them, although his leather jacket always stayed.
They walked along the street hand in hand, the warm night kept Damon cool and Rosalie well, normal. She would point out different parts of the area they were in as they walked down the roads and across a few bridges.
Damon hung onto her every word. In fact, sometimes he knew that this woman beside him could say the most bizarre things, and yet it would still sound beautiful out of her mouth.
Their walk continued until they had ended up at their destination.
Rosalie and Damon stood hand in hand beneath the vast dome of the Pantheon, the ancient structure’s timeless beauty almost overwhelming. The moon had just begun to set, casting a blue hue across the marble floors, as the couple marvelled at the engineering marvel before them.
