( damon stares at the broken glass in the sink. is he watching and listening now through the pieces? his hand drags over his neck. he responded to her mirror each and every time, and it didn't stop anything. did he even want it to?
he deserved it. he knew it. it's why he kept looking. she hated him for a reason, and he knew he'd earned that hate.
meanwhile he can't imagine a version of himself that would ever want to kill her, but hurt her, use her, take her? yes. it's how he came into her life, isn't it? he was the big bad. he was the thing to fear. he has been a monster so many times in his life. if the mirror loves elena, he would be helping her mirror, reaching through to her. something's wrong, and he doesn't know what it is. )
I don't know.
( his jaw locks as he finds the nearest bottle of bourbon, swallowing it down. )
You can't trust him. You can't let your guard down.
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he deserved it. he knew it. it's why he kept looking. she hated him for a reason, and he knew he'd earned that hate.
meanwhile he can't imagine a version of himself that would ever want to kill her, but hurt her, use her, take her? yes. it's how he came into her life, isn't it? he was the big bad. he was the thing to fear. he has been a monster so many times in his life. if the mirror loves elena, he would be helping her mirror, reaching through to her. something's wrong, and he doesn't know what it is. )
I don't know.
( his jaw locks as he finds the nearest bottle of bourbon, swallowing it down. )
You can't trust him. You can't let your guard down.