Imperfect
- I love you - She said. . - I love you too... - Damon lightly stroked the forehead of her hand. . - You don't understand!... You don't know... What I would give... to switch places with HER. - The time traveler expelled with a little difficulty. - I would be able to kill... . - You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying. - Damon opened the door and was about to push his cousin carefully inside when she took a firm hold of his forearms and looked at him confidently. . - I may not be fully aware... But I still know what the things I want are, and they come down to YOU. - She looked at him without being shaken. . - Let's go inside... - Damon insisted trying to escape her eyes. . - Damon, kiss me. - The girl from 1863 spoke solidly. . He then froze again. . Oh no! She can't do this! It's low blow, please stop! Don't look at me with those eyes! Stop, please! - Damon begged mentally as she slowly approached, leaning on his arms and on the balls of her feet." [...] . . What is Past Tense? Imperfect? Grammatically it's the facts that haven't been fully completed, these facts are ongoing but not finished. Now in Damon Salvatore's life, Past Imperfect symbolizes everything he tried to forget and smother, the first love, the first pain, the first error that now comes to mess up and shake your present, will this past be able to affect your Future of the Present?
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