❰ nothing about elena's life is fair. she shouldn't be dealing with any of this — probably the worst thing his brother has ever done is insert himself into her life, bringing with him the attention of the supernatural world. of damon. no matter what she thinks about why everyone she loves is in danger, if neither of them had found her, if they had just left her alone that summer...
thinking like that doesn't help anyone, least of all elena. damon forces himself out of his own thoughts, shifting to get on the bed next to her and draw her into his arms. hugs have never really been damon's area of expertise, but he can't just watch elena like this and not do something. his grip on her is tight, almost uncomfortably so — or at least, it would have been if she was human. now it might just be a pleasant pressure, and the idea that he doesn't have to hold back around her anymore... if he didn't know how much she hates this, he might be able to appreciate it. ❱
One day at a time. Just like the summer, right? Breathe, eat sleep, keep doing it until you wake up one day and it doesn't suck.
❰ she'd told him about that philosophy during the summer without stefan. on a day early in june, when she'd spent the morning crying and he'd pretended he hadn't heard from where he was busy making coffee downstairs. he'd asked what her plan was when she came downstairs, eyes red-rimmed but head held high, conscious as he was of the possibility that they couldn't get stefan back — equally conscious that she'd never accept that as an ending to their story.
eat breathe sleep, she'd said, shrugging like there was nothing else to do, and... maybe there wasn't, for her. anyone else would break under the weight of the things she's been through, but not elena. she's too strong for that. it's easy for her to forget that now, but damon will do whatever he needs to do to remind her. ❱
You're going to get through this, Elena. I'll teach you how.
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thinking like that doesn't help anyone, least of all elena. damon forces himself out of his own thoughts, shifting to get on the bed next to her and draw her into his arms. hugs have never really been damon's area of expertise, but he can't just watch elena like this and not do something. his grip on her is tight, almost uncomfortably so — or at least, it would have been if she was human. now it might just be a pleasant pressure, and the idea that he doesn't have to hold back around her anymore... if he didn't know how much she hates this, he might be able to appreciate it. ❱
One day at a time. Just like the summer, right? Breathe, eat sleep, keep doing it until you wake up one day and it doesn't suck.
❰ she'd told him about that philosophy during the summer without stefan. on a day early in june, when she'd spent the morning crying and he'd pretended he hadn't heard from where he was busy making coffee downstairs. he'd asked what her plan was when she came downstairs, eyes red-rimmed but head held high, conscious as he was of the possibility that they couldn't get stefan back — equally conscious that she'd never accept that as an ending to their story.
eat breathe sleep, she'd said, shrugging like there was nothing else to do, and... maybe there wasn't, for her. anyone else would break under the weight of the things she's been through, but not elena. she's too strong for that. it's easy for her to forget that now, but damon will do whatever he needs to do to remind her. ❱
You're going to get through this, Elena. I'll teach you how.