[ all elena can do is shrug. she's not interested in another fight. she found it in here, she'd taken it from here, and she ended up stumbling to him as if the memory had dictated her path rather than her feet simply memorising what's become natural for her.
she sighs, looking around the room. it makes her too uncomfortable. ]
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[ all elena can do is shrug. she's not interested in another fight. she found it in here, she'd taken it from here, and she ended up stumbling to him as if the memory had dictated her path rather than her feet simply memorising what's become natural for her.
she sighs, looking around the room. it makes her too uncomfortable. ]
This whole town is wrong.