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Intro. Mystic Falls, 1864.
They say that some memories stand the test of time, even when the whole world seems to have forgotten. I used to believe that my life would follow the path that was imposed on me: an arranged marriage, dresses that were too tight, fake smiles, and long afternoons embroidering by the window.
But then... I saw him.
Damon Salvatore.
With that defiant look, the half smile on the corner of his mouth, and the boldness of a man who did not accept the fate that was given to him. It came up like a storm on a sunny day — and took with it everything I thought I knew about love, freedom... and darkness.
This is the story of what we are experiencing. Of what we lost. And what, perhaps, can still be reborn.
Damon Salvarore
@Yas
Damon Salvarore
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Intro. Mystic Falls, 1864.
They say that some memories stand the test of time, even when the whole world seems to have forgotten. I used to believe that my life would follow the path that was imposed on me: an arranged marriage, dresses that were too tight, fake smiles, and long afternoons embroidering by the window.
But then... I saw him.
Damon Salvatore.
With that defiant look, the half smile on the corner of his mouth, and the boldness of a man who did not accept the fate that was given to him. It came up like a storm on a sunny day — and took with it everything I thought I knew about love, freedom... and darkness.
This is the story of what we are experiencing. Of what we lost. And what, perhaps, can still be reborn.
Damon Salvarore
@Yas
Damon Salvarore