[ she doesn't let herself think of her answer. does she feel better? yes. does she feel lighter? no. jenna is dead. she wears death like a thick, heavy cowl that's too big for her.
she lets him guide her; there's no other reason for her not to let him. she trusts him implicitly, something that knows damon would think her stupid for. ]
I guess it feels good to acknowledge that Jenna's… [ she inhales and then lets it out, feeling her shoulders sag. tears prick her eyes, but all she does is shake her head. ] Jenna is dead. And I hate your brother for it.
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[ she doesn't let herself think of her answer. does she feel better? yes. does she feel lighter? no. jenna is dead. she wears death like a thick, heavy cowl that's too big for her.
she lets him guide her; there's no other reason for her not to let him. she trusts him implicitly, something that knows damon would think her stupid for. ]
I guess it feels good to acknowledge that Jenna's… [ she inhales and then lets it out, feeling her shoulders sag. tears prick her eyes, but all she does is shake her head. ] Jenna is dead. And I hate your brother for it.