she was tired. she was thirsty. and her feet were aching. they’d been walking for what felt like an eternity, and elena needed a moment to rest. “hold on a minute, damon.” he was a few steps in front of her as they came to a stop in the middle of the rather dense forest. “i just need a minute,” she said, pulling her backpack from her shoulders as she slid onto her knees, unzipping it and reaching for the last water bottle. it had maybe a sip left. “we’re almost out of water,” she told him. knowing that hardly affected him. ( @decdinside )











