you're just a young girl, but grief doesn't care. it takes over your life with little warning ( just the accompaniment of screeching tires ). it's a selfish friend. it won't settle for second best. so, it teams up with death until it's all you have left.
his R H Y T H M sounds, quiet, like an early spring’s breeze; breath, calm & SURE { between two points } ; for he’s going is where his heart has always B E E N. & if his hands could ( speak ), their touch would have sung with the M E M O R Y of her skin. for V E R S E S would be written in a mere moment’s time – as they’d walk along the lines of her frame [ HOLDING ] her in place, with seconds E N T W I N E D.
❛ — you’ve been out here for a while … you A L R I G H T ? ❜
the warm breeze dances with her hair, obstructing her view as doe orbs peer out at the lake in front of her. while those long legs blissfully dangle over the edge of the pier, the girl enjoys the warmth of the sun’s rays. elena hasn’t been back since the night she lost her parents, but coming back wasn’t as depressing as she thought it would be. she’s happy to be there, and happy to be there with stefan. after all, she owes her newfound happiness all to stefan.
it’s a H E L L I O N H I S S; DEATH’S KISS; NEAR {{ M I S S. }} with hands spread thin, & knuckles, b o n e white, he’s reeling. feeling. sinking, deep – deeper still. his shoulders bow with the weight. [ ATLAS shifts ]. but tonight, he’s d i n e d with hades, himself. for the blood upon his lip is not of his own …
though he wishes. he wishes it.
❛ — … ❜
( i ‘ m s o s o r r y . )
doe orbs are wide with shock at the sight of the stranger before her. they had warned her that what she would find would give her nightmares, but she didn’t believe them. no, elena thought, stefan would never do that. she still wanted to believe he had it under CONTROL, even after the miss mystic falls fiasco. what a foolish little girl, thinking with such determination that she could tame the beast within the boy. no, the stranger before her wasn’t her stefan. her voice trembles and the fragile human stops dead in her tracks like a DEER stunned before the headlights, giving away her f e a r.
❛ — … I it’s going to be o okay, Stefan. Everything is going to be o okay. ❜
「♱」″ it was a J O K E. elena. i’m not going to kill your new b o y f r i e n d. ‶
″ yeah, well, when the HOSPITAL is filling up with your victims, i start becoming skeptical that you won’t murder the next person that looks at you f u n n y.‶
It’s 3:30 am and only insomniacs, night shifters, or people in the medical profession would be awake at this ungodly hour. This was all a glimpse of what her future would be like, answering to an on call emergency in the middle of the night. It’s all apart of her surgical residency, and she loves every minute of it. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that the doctor she’s under observation with is as good looking as he is intelligent. Sue her for noticing, and it’s not like it matters. It’s all strictly professional even if she is getting to know him with all these hours they share. Focus. Doe orbs glance up at him as she walks beside Stefan down the hallway.