‘ i kissed damon. ‘ her words R E S O N A T E once more through the d a r k n e s s , partially hoping they go unnoticed within the h o l l o w e d out streets of mystic falls. as if, for a moment of brevity, the world stands utterly S T I L L & elena’s heart beat, however rapid it had been in the moment, C E A S E S to exist. for, a h i t c h e d breath within her throat isn’t enough to calm her shaking palms, nor to calm the storm in which she’s created, knotted brows rest upon her face as the girls eyes, chestunt and glazed over, widen. words seemingly a W H I M P E R . ‘ stefan, please.’
it's even W O R S E to hear it a second time -- the conformation feels U N B E A R A B L E to the youngest salvatore. as a vampire, his emotions are m a g n i f i e d, but he can't tell which is the more dominant sentiment -- R A G E or agony. he can't even look at her -- gaze directed E L S E W H E R E, as he deals with his eternal struggle to keep himself under control. ❛ so much for having H O P E. ❜ words are as B I T T E R as he feels, & he knows he doesn't have the r i g h t to act so hostile, but it's hard N O T to feel resentful when his brother had taken advantage of the path stefan had been F O R C E D to take to save his life.