@griefwrote asked : “ do you remember anything at all? ”
"about mystic falls?" she wanted to say yes. every nerve in her body told her that she remembered something. anything. but that'd be a lie. "not really... i remember really superficial stuff, like that it's a small town, quiet, boring..." wrong, it all felt so wrong. but it was honestly all she was able to piece together after years of being away. "and somehow i remembered exactly where to go to grab the best burger and fries," she chuckled, lifting a french fry to her lips for a bite. "i know it sounds crazy, but i just kinda blocked it out. which was always fine for me, i never really cared until recently. something told me to come back, so i came back," she shrugged. at that point all she could do was shrug it all off. the deja vu, the frustration, the sadness. "what about you? have you lived here your whole life?" if she was spilling details about her life to a total stranger, she expected a little something in return.
