[ keeping her gaze on him, elena doesn't feel like he's being honest with her. perhaps if she had made him give her his word, he'd tell her what he's skirting around. elena knows an avoider when she sees one.
but he's not her friend, and she doubts he'll tell her if she presses. she lifts her hand to her bandage and wishes that it'd heal. ]
There goes my theory of this being a purgatory.
[ except it doesn't, not really. where does an undead person like him belong other than a limbo between life and death? ]
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but he's not her friend, and she doubts he'll tell her if she presses. she lifts her hand to her bandage and wishes that it'd heal. ]
There goes my theory of this being a purgatory.
[ except it doesn't, not really. where does an undead person like him belong other than a limbo between life and death? ]