[ her pain is shared, for all that elena has not lived it.
it's shared because she loves them: caroline, stefan, damon. it's shared because it hurts. her hand reaches out — it could do nothing else — to settle on top of caroline's. tears gather in her eyes again, warm and vibrant as ever, and elena doesn't fight them this time. she doesn't fight the feeling of grief that sits so familiar in the tender and bruised of her ribcage. it crawled inside of her one night under a damned bridge and never left her, not really. grief isn't something you defeat.
it's something you learn to make room for, and elena knows, she knows that her heart is big enough to hold this, even as it crushes her. no detail goes missed, but it's the feeling of it all that stays with her, and she'd sit with it for a bit longer if caroline hadn't said the dreaded k word.
blinking, she seizes a sharp little breath. ] I wish I could say I can't. Please tell me she didn't get it.
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it's shared because she loves them: caroline, stefan, damon. it's shared because it hurts. her hand reaches out — it could do nothing else — to settle on top of caroline's. tears gather in her eyes again, warm and vibrant as ever, and elena doesn't fight them this time. she doesn't fight the feeling of grief that sits so familiar in the tender and bruised of her ribcage. it crawled inside of her one night under a damned bridge and never left her, not really. grief isn't something you defeat.
it's something you learn to make room for, and elena knows, she knows that her heart is big enough to hold this, even as it crushes her. no detail goes missed, but it's the feeling of it all that stays with her, and she'd sit with it for a bit longer if caroline hadn't said the dreaded k word.
blinking, she seizes a sharp little breath. ] I wish I could say I can't. Please tell me she didn't get it.