How would you know? What are you doing? Stalking me from New Orleans?
[She turns her body back toward him as he flicks through his sketchbook, throws out words that don't mean anything. She knows this won't kill her. She wouldn't let it.
That's precisely why she's in this situation, so she wouldn't tear her own heart out to make the pain stop. She might have been able to survive it, but at what cost?
If she was selfish then so be it. She'd been plenty selfless since the Salvatore's rolled into town, only to get left behind, pushed away over and over again.]
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[She turns her body back toward him as he flicks through his sketchbook, throws out words that don't mean anything. She knows this won't kill her. She wouldn't let it.
That's precisely why she's in this situation, so she wouldn't tear her own heart out to make the pain stop. She might have been able to survive it, but at what cost?
If she was selfish then so be it. She'd been plenty selfless since the Salvatore's rolled into town, only to get left behind, pushed away over and over again.]