[ There was a small part of Elena that almost wished Scarlett would try to kill her. Whether that was from a need to do something, to have some sort of action for the mere adrenaline-fueled thrill of it, or from a need to just have it all finally be over... well, it's hard to say. She's not sure she really wants to know that answer herself.
There are a great many things Elena Gilbert avoids thinking about these days. ]
Every few days. It's hard, I'm always hungry, but it's better than risking anyone's health.
[ The details probably aren't necessary but there they are anyway. It's in Elena's nature to be open, to share things with people and make connections, but it still feels strange. It's the same way this room feels strange, though. She should put down roots, add those little decorative touches that would make these rooms feel like home, and yet the grief and depression within her argues about what the point of it all is. If there even is one. ]
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There are a great many things Elena Gilbert avoids thinking about these days. ]
Every few days. It's hard, I'm always hungry, but it's better than risking anyone's health.
[ The details probably aren't necessary but there they are anyway. It's in Elena's nature to be open, to share things with people and make connections, but it still feels strange. It's the same way this room feels strange, though. She should put down roots, add those little decorative touches that would make these rooms feel like home, and yet the grief and depression within her argues about what the point of it all is. If there even is one. ]