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Elena had fallen asleep in his arms: she was beautiful and she was his.
Stefan was kissing her lips gently, as if it could be their last kiss.
"I wish this moment would never end," he whispered in her ear, squeezing her of his heart full of love.
Stefan opened his eyes and saw the water that was flowing around him like a liquid monster. The nightmare began again, because he finally was back to reality: there was only the water surrounded him in a narrow cold, icy, deadly.
Stefan tried to scream the name of Elena in vain, in a desperate mode, but a stream of ice water entered in his mouth with violence, sliding down the throat and filling it completely.
Again and again, unstoppable. The scream vanished.