A short tale about castles in the air surrounded by cotton clouds full of ligt, magic and color.
"They are made for each other, but they are not made to be together."
A little tale where a magic moment with music conspired to teach a lesson and discover the future.
Time stood still. I felt like I couldn't move forward. I was stuck there with the remains. I was a murderer.
It was a different night. That was the first time that life decided to touch me, or, better yet, that was the first time that life let me touched her.
You can run, you can hide but at the end you can never fool your fate. Damon and Bonnie one-shot fanfic. Author's Universe.