Once again thanks for all the comments. Sorry if this one seems a little weird,but the और i write the और i wish i had put this passage with the end of Part 2, so i decided to put it out on its own. I'm sure Part four will come shortly since this one is so short. Once again thanks for all the wonderfull support!
As I listened to Stefan walk out the door, the guilt I had been searching for earlier finally set in. A rush of cold air hit me as Damon flew past me and went into the living room. I watched him settle on the सोफ़ा, सोफे and open up a book and became both confused and angry. Why was he ignoring me? I knew I up to shouldn’t be concerned with the attention he was giving me, and I also knew I should be walking to Stefan’s room to gather my things instead of into the living room but I couldn’t help it. I opened my mouth to complain but right away Damon was up off the सोफ़ा, सोफे and on his way upstairs. He turned his head towards me as he made his decent and smiled, but just for a brief moment. “Damon!” I yelled unable to contain my confusion and impatience. I was surprise how hard I yelled it, knowing I didn’t need to strain my voice that much to get Damon to hear me. And so was Damon या actually he seemed angry. He flew towards me in an instant sending my hair flying back. His eyes were full of emotion, but an old emotion I wasn’t used to seeing anymore. There was anger and mischief in them, and they sent me back a step in surprise. “How can such a tiny person make such an annoying noise?” he asked as the words came off of his tongue like venom. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head to add the full effect of annoyance, and then laughed his classic laugh when he’s insulting you. I stepped back again, in shock of what Damon was saying to me, and he smirked again, watching me हटाइए further away from him. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I felt ridiculous, staying behind to talk to this jerk. I felt my face flaming red and became increasingly uncomfortable. For a moment I thought I saw his eyes grow soft, but then they were back again. Suddenly he was gone, and then back again with my things. He politely handed them to me but insisted I leave immediately. “I believe you’ve officially overstayed your welcome” he put it. I turned around dramatically to make my exit, feeling और and और of my old feelings for Damon come rushing back. I heard Damon go to pour a drink behind me and went to reach for the doorknob, feeling defeat and stupidity sink in, as well as an unbearable amount of guilt.
As I listened to Stefan walk out the door, the guilt I had been searching for earlier finally set in. A rush of cold air hit me as Damon flew past me and went into the living room. I watched him settle on the सोफ़ा, सोफे and open up a book and became both confused and angry. Why was he ignoring me? I knew I up to shouldn’t be concerned with the attention he was giving me, and I also knew I should be walking to Stefan’s room to gather my things instead of into the living room but I couldn’t help it. I opened my mouth to complain but right away Damon was up off the सोफ़ा, सोफे and on his way upstairs. He turned his head towards me as he made his decent and smiled, but just for a brief moment. “Damon!” I yelled unable to contain my confusion and impatience. I was surprise how hard I yelled it, knowing I didn’t need to strain my voice that much to get Damon to hear me. And so was Damon या actually he seemed angry. He flew towards me in an instant sending my hair flying back. His eyes were full of emotion, but an old emotion I wasn’t used to seeing anymore. There was anger and mischief in them, and they sent me back a step in surprise. “How can such a tiny person make such an annoying noise?” he asked as the words came off of his tongue like venom. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head to add the full effect of annoyance, and then laughed his classic laugh when he’s insulting you. I stepped back again, in shock of what Damon was saying to me, and he smirked again, watching me हटाइए further away from him. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I felt ridiculous, staying behind to talk to this jerk. I felt my face flaming red and became increasingly uncomfortable. For a moment I thought I saw his eyes grow soft, but then they were back again. Suddenly he was gone, and then back again with my things. He politely handed them to me but insisted I leave immediately. “I believe you’ve officially overstayed your welcome” he put it. I turned around dramatically to make my exit, feeling और and और of my old feelings for Damon come rushing back. I heard Damon go to pour a drink behind me and went to reach for the doorknob, feeling defeat and stupidity sink in, as well as an unbearable amount of guilt.
