[ elena's lips part, stunned enough that breath is knocked right out of her.
so much of their understanding is born out of the things they do not say. it rests in the dark moments no one else can see.
when morning comes, she can put them away in a drawer no one sees.
she doesn't know how one night can blow that all apart, but it did. the words are out in the open now. elena can't not acknowledge them anymore; not when he's confronting her like this. she swallows with difficulty, her throat lodging with all the responses that get stuck there. she'd scream them out if she knew how.
a warmth gathers in her eyes, suddenly and with intensity, and she blinks it back as he walks past her. for the life of her, she can't think of a single thing to say, not even his name. it's almost ironic that she once wanted to be a novelist. his words are a weapon, and every single one of them hits their mark.
elena turns in place, looking at the door he's since closed.
a hand splays in her stomach, and she lowers herself back down to the bay window. her other hand lifts to grab hold of a locket that's no longer around her neck. a habit she hasn't entirely done away with. her fingers curve around her throat instead.
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so much of their understanding is born out of the things they do not say. it rests in the dark moments no one else can see.
when morning comes, she can put them away in a drawer no one sees.
she doesn't know how one night can blow that all apart, but it did. the words are out in the open now. elena can't not acknowledge them anymore; not when he's confronting her like this. she swallows with difficulty, her throat lodging with all the responses that get stuck there. she'd scream them out if she knew how.
a warmth gathers in her eyes, suddenly and with intensity, and she blinks it back as he walks past her. for the life of her, she can't think of a single thing to say, not even his name. it's almost ironic that she once wanted to be a novelist. his words are a weapon, and every single one of them hits their mark.
elena turns in place, looking at the door he's since closed.
a hand splays in her stomach, and she lowers herself back down to the bay window. her other hand lifts to grab hold of a locket that's no longer around her neck. a habit she hasn't entirely done away with. her fingers curve around her throat instead.
oh. ]