[ silence is deafening, and the air grows thick with it in damon's room.
she lifts her eyes slowly as he walks over to her. doesn't tear her gaze away from his frame as their distance is erased.
at the end of the day, everyone has it wrong. elena isn't what damon can't have. damon is what elena can never have. can never choose. nor save, nor fix, nor want. or shake. (admit it, damon. you wouldn't know what to do if she gave back everything that you've placed in her hands. they would be scalding yours.) ]
I think ... it would be wrong if you did. [ she should be mad at him. she's still mad at him, isn't she? hating him has never come naturally to her when it should, and she tried for a very long time to remain unforgiving and unmoved. it shouldn't be so simple. (it will always be this complicated.) ]
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she lifts her eyes slowly as he walks over to her. doesn't tear her gaze away from his frame as their distance is erased.
at the end of the day, everyone has it wrong. elena isn't what damon can't have. damon is what elena can never have. can never choose. nor save, nor fix, nor want. or shake. (admit it, damon. you wouldn't know what to do if she gave back everything that you've placed in her hands. they would be scalding yours.) ]
I think ... it would be wrong if you did. [ she should be mad at him. she's still mad at him, isn't she? hating him has never come naturally to her when it should, and she tried for a very long time to remain unforgiving and unmoved. it shouldn't be so simple. (it will always be this complicated.) ]