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CHAPTER FOUR

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CHAPTER FOUR

every time you break me

" she probably gives you butterflies "







CHARLOTTE'S POV

Past: 1863, February 14th 14.57 EST

Mystic Falls VA

The last few months of my life have been magical, to say the least.

Damon has been an absolute gentleman and needless to say- it's easy, it's so easy for me to fall in love with him. He is kind and sweet. He doesn't mind being seen fooling around two girls and loves his brother. I think I am in love with him.

I love how his blue eyes are filled with mischief and yet so much love, and I adore how much he cares about me. He always makes sure that I reach back home safely and he always gets me a flower whenever he comes to visit me- a different type every time. I love how passionate he is about whatever he does, and I- I think I love him.

It's the first time that I have ever felt this way. I feel free, like I have no limits- not anymore like I can finally breathe. No one has ever made me feel this way- make my heart so full.

"Charlotte!" I hear Margaret yell from outside my bedroom door, "Damon is here to pick you up."

I smile, unable to understand why I feel so fluttery all of a sudden. It's 14th February- Valentine's day and though in many places it is a holiday frowned upon, I hope to tell Damon how I feel today.

"In a minute, Maggie!" I yell.

Finally, I am done and I walk outside the Forbes Manor in my yellow dress. Charles, who is the kind father of Maggie who took me in doesn't mind me going out with Damon. I am sure I even overheard him talking about us and a possible proposal. I am not sure about that, though, if I am being blatantly honest.

"Good Afternoon, Charlotte," Damon greets me as he holds out his hand to take my own, "You look ravishing if it wasn't obvious."

I grin feeling my cheeks turn red, "Thank you very much."

"What do you say about going to the quarry, Miss Petrova?" He asks me as we reach near the clock tower.

"I will go wherever you want to, Damon," I smile and feel happy when I see his own face turn a little red.

When we finally reach the quarry, I see a blanket laid down with a bunch of various food items. I gasped in surprise.

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