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Eternal Spring for the Sinful

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"You know what I really am? Selfish. Because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I would rather die than be human. I'd rather die right now than spend a handful of years with you only to lose you when I'm too old and sick and miserable and you're still you. I'd rather die right now than spend my last, final years remembering how good I had it and how happy I was because that's who I am, Lia." Damon screams at me and I just stand there and take it, because I know who Damon is. "And I'm not going to change, and there is no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I am wrong for you."  
"Are you finished?" I ask Damon in a soft voice. Damon was glaring at me, but nods his head "Good, because everything you said is true, but you know what wasn't true?"
"What?" He  barks out still glaring at me. 
"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Damon." His eyes went wide "My whole life I have felt like I was worth anything and that it would be better for everyone if I was dead, but then you came in and showed me that I mattered. You made me feel like I belonged." My voice was raising with every sentence until I ended up screaming as tears poured down my face. I took a pause to calm down "For the first time in my life I felt like I wasn't alone, and it was you that made me feel that way." Damon walked up to me and cupped my face with his hands before he carefully used his thumbs to wipe away my tears. "I love you, Damon." I whisper as I grab his hand.All Rights Reserved

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