I CHOOSE HIM, BUT HE'S MY ENEMY
~DAMON~
My smile radiates the whole library, but does not reflect on my heart.
It’s a reflex action, something I find myself doing often even though it's the last thing I want to do. Smiling, throwing jokes, these have been a coping mechanism that's etched within my soul, an addiction I can't free myself from because it never feels like an addiction.
“Damon!” Elvis in third year slaps my back mindlessly, drawing me closer to him. “Our dear vampire prince, will you grace us with your presence for this night's party?”
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