SLIP.
010. | ❛ to whom it may concern. ❜

DAMON GLARED AT THE DESK, HOPING FOR THE RESPONSE OF ROSELLA'S EXCITEMENT TO GET OUT.
That day however never came.
It seemed like days would pass by and no response was gained or acquired from the lovely woman; the woman he wanted to save.
The emotional connection and tie that the two have built over a series of letters in a constant routine suddenly felt empty.
He was waiting for a letter that never came. And through this time period, he put it upon himself to send more letters to Rosella, asking her if she was alright or what he did for her to stop sending letters.

Those letters received no response either and furthered Damon's worries about the one person who had developed somewhat romantic feelings towards her, although he didn't admit them out loud.

The eldest Salvatore brother was drinking his bourbon until he crushed the drink in his hand, with shards of glass flying all over the floor. He shook of the excess liquid off of his hand before reaching into his pocket, and dialing the one person he knew that could help.
"Bon Bon, I need your help."

It didn't take long for the Bennett witch to appear at the Salvatore Boarding House. However, it did take a lot of explaining on Damon's behalf on what he was up to and more specifically, what his little 'hobby' has been for the last couple of weeks.

"Let me get this straight, Rosella is a vampire who's stuck in the prison world for being falsely accused by the Gemini Coven for having a double personality and being a threat to society. And you found her letters through your desk and you've been sending her letters as well. And now, she's not answering so you want me to help you to get to the prison world to get her out and or see what is wrong?"  Bonnie asked running through the complicated story of Rosella, with her face looking like Damon had officially lost his mind.

Damon nodded to the witch, who threw her hands into the air and started to walk back to the front door. "You're crazy."

He quickly grabbed Bonnie, his grip almost pleading as it held her arm. The look in his eyes was the first thing Bonnie noticed that was different about Damon. The way that he had genuine concern for someone; a look he didn't have until Elena. "Bonnie, you know better than anyone how that prison world is a hellhole for anyone. We had each other in there. But, Rosella doesn't. She told me she had lost hope until I wrote to her. Now she isn't writing back which means something is wrong."

"The Gemini Coven put her in there for a reason kind of like they put Kai in there. What if she's dangerous?" Bonnie asked with Damon taking a quick defense.

"She's not, okay? She's told me stuff about her that I didn't believe anybody could tell me. She has a sad story to her life and to add on top of that she's stuck in a prison world, where she could be dying for all we know!" His voice escalated and realized that the person he need help from didn't appreciate getting shouted at.
"Please Bonnie, send me. I need to know."

Bonnie kept a fixated gaze past Damon before she locked into his eyes. The eyes that spoke of worries and panic for a stranger he hadn't even met, yet someone this stranger was important to him over pieces of paper. "Get me a candle."

The raven haired man did as he was told and came back with the candle, which was the start of Bonnie's spell. He was watching Bonnie do her witch to send Damon over to the prison world that Rosella was trapped in. He felt a sudden hand in his with a glance he went to go see who it was when he was transported to another version of Mystic Falls.

Bonnie did it. Damon was in the prison world.

Damon initiated his search for the only person who existed in this world. From non-moving cars to empty houses, no where could he find the Rosella he'd be looking for. No trace or track were left to give even a small ounce of a clue.
It was like she simply vanished of out thin air, or she escaped on her own. But, it didn't click on Damon's mind. He wasn't ready to go home empty handed, he didn't want to leave with her.

He decided to check out on last place that didn't cross his mind till now, the Salvatore house. If the desk was in their room than she would've needed to be in their home to send the letters. Once at his house, Damon cried out, "Rosella!"

Silence.

"Rosella!"

No audible noises heard by Damon made him even angrier that he couldn't find the woman that he could potentially love.

He got up to his room which contained the desk, and sprawled all over the floor was Rosella. Damon sighed in relief as he went down to shake her awake and when he flipped her over was when reality sunk into his mind. Her face wasn't the pale Snow White face that he had remembered since the 1800's. Her aura was no longer the same instead it reflected one of a deaden soul. In fact, gray was all over her face. Her body, like it consumed her into ashes. Her once pretty face was no longer transparent for those to see, but shriveled up like the death of any vampire.

He had to pull himself back to reality, and once that didn't work he resulted to violence. The destruction of his room for the fallen damsel, he had lost her and he didn't know why. He looked over to the desk and started pounding on it for being the cause of this heartbreak. If it didn't exist then he wouldn't be in this state, but then again Rosella would've been alone.

He opened the drawer to the desk, and a stack of letters laid in them. Damon scoured through the letters finding them tracing back to the last one she responded to. Suddenly, the cause of her demise was because of the desk. The desk didn't deliver his letters, she must've thought that he had abandoned her. That he had given up on her and in result took her own life.

Damon dumped the letters inside the drawer again, ready to get out of this traumatic feeling he was feeling. He took one last look at Rosella's fallen figure and noticed a white paper peaking out from underneath her.

Once in his possession, the front of the letter read: To Whom It May Concern.

Ripping the letter open to get a taste of the last letter he'd ever read from Rosella.

To Whom It May Concern,

My name is Rosella Wilde. I've been in this prison world for a year. The only thing that kept me sane was a man named Damon Salvatore. He made me open up to him in ways that I hadn't to anyone before. He gave me hope that I would get out of here, alive. All at once, the letters stopped coming and I guess help was never coming. Perhaps the reason to take my own life is selfish but I can't endure another year in this wretched place. In the gruesome way that you find my body, I beg of you one favor to do for me. Deliver a message to Damon Salvatore:

'I love you, Damon Salvatore.'
(P.S: It was Kol)

I also ask you another favor, deliver the letter attached to this one to Damon Salvatore as well. Although, my instructions for that one are much stricter. Tell him that once he's ready, he could open the letter. That once he's happy again that he could open this letter, and that I'd finally find true peace.

Love For The Last Time,
Rosella

"I knew it." Damon wiped a tear an chuckled before looked at the letter behind it, stroking his finger over the cursive writing that she had. He shoved that letter into his pants and pressed a kiss to the top of her deceased head before being sucked into reality again.

Damon did keep his promise and let the letter sit on his nightstand until he was ready. He didn't want to accept she was gone, a stranger that wasn't a star her at all. It hurt him to know that he was a fraction to late. That everything he could've had slipped from his fingertips.

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YAY!
We are done. Sorry for ending it on such a sad note but I betcha didn't expect it. I loved writing Rosella and she was a different person that I got to write.
Huge shoutout to starfragment for this plot and the creativeness of her mind for this character.
I will always close this book close to my heart because it was a different form of writing for me.
Thank you, I really can't say it enough.