Chapter 2: Damon lay a hand over the window, his eyes looking, almost searching for something...something invisible. Elena was there standing near, her head cocked to one side. He crossed his eyebrows, turning to her.
"You know, Ты can sit down, right?" he asked, raising one eyebrow at the stiff way she was standing. "That's what the chairs are for." She smirked at him, shaking her head. Damon rolled his eyes and turned back to the window, he was getting a strange sense of not belonging, but he couldn't finger what the problem was. Confused as he was, he walked over to a bookshelf, running...
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