Love was a funny thing. It could be cruel, cold and abrupt. It could take a fragile heart and make it harden. It could be used and abused and kicked to the curb.
Yet it could inspire. It could warm the heart and whisper words of encouragement, willing it to remain open. It could stir the very soul of a person and challenge the spirit to be strong. Damon and Isabella had learned the latter had taken its grip on them and would not let go. Damon could feel his own heart pounding against his chest, the overwhelming desire to take Isabella in his arms and love her like no other could. As if reading his mind, Isabella neared closer, taking his hands in hers. "I never expected this," he managed, his voice thick with emotion. "I know, neither did I," she replied just as softly. He squeezed her hands gently, twining their fingers tightly.
"So, where do we go from here?" He asked but it was something both wanted the answer to. "I don't really know," she admitted. "But I know we'll do it together."
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