Cristin wiped her clammy palms against the fabric of her dress, she breathed a sigh of relief as Damon approached the house. It would all be worth it in the morning....at least she could hope. Getting up she walked into the house, her fate was sealed and she was alone now. It was if her mind powered down, she submitted herself to the situation.
"I still love you you know." Cristin whispered, barely audible anymore. She grasped his hand and gently tugged it before letting go and running off, she soon made it to his house where she simply sat on the porch. Run, run while you can and forget about Damon...the twenties were a long time ago.