[ elena lingers longer than she should. a growing panic begins to bubble in her chest, and as she remains on her snow-soaked knees, she feels like she's trying to swim to the surface of a very deep, forboding pond. the sensation begins to climb up her spine the longer she stops thinking.
inhaling deeply, elena holds it and gets rid of it with the fierce grip of her pen. what happens next is quick: she raises it above her head and pelts it into the snow nearby.
it's a petulant display, and one she begins to feel horrified by, but the snow and the chill chips away at her walls of trying to appear in control and perfect around elijah. truthfully, she's been masking herself to hide away from her own shadow.
when she exhales, she's panting like she's run a marathon. hands on her knees, she curls her fingers into her jeans. her anger feels so palpable and hot that she considers taking off her thick coat. ]
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inhaling deeply, elena holds it and gets rid of it with the fierce grip of her pen. what happens next is quick: she raises it above her head and pelts it into the snow nearby.
it's a petulant display, and one she begins to feel horrified by, but the snow and the chill chips away at her walls of trying to appear in control and perfect around elijah. truthfully, she's been masking herself to hide away from her own shadow.
when she exhales, she's panting like she's run a marathon. hands on her knees, she curls her fingers into her jeans. her anger feels so palpable and hot that she considers taking off her thick coat. ]
I'll go get it.