Mar 3, 2017
damon was moping, as he usually did. he didn’t get the girl, he never got the girl. after having told elena he loved her, compelling her afterwards, his mood was entirely dampened. she would never know. he stared out the window of the boarding house with a glass of bourbon in his hand, knowing he would have to feel this way for an ETERNITY. in the corner of his eye, after hearing the front door sound, he noticed blonde, curly locks --- caroline. she was way too perky, it was too much for him sometimes, especially in the mornings. ❝ —- what do you want? ❞
