Oct 31, 2017
@witchysilas
there’s a pause admits chaos. streets lights are lit, giving the mask of night when it was infact day. elena stands still among crowds of people who brush past her. his gaze was unmistakable, however, there was a different way he carried himself. but elena supposed that was expected. he had been dead. was dead? the world of the supernatural were confusing but HER world nonetheless. “ stefan? ” is spoken softly. heart beat murmurs as she hangs onto the possibility.