#griefwrote

"about mystic falls?" she wanted to say yes. every nerve in her body told her that she remembered something. anything. but that'd be a lie. "not really... i remember really superficial stuff, like that it's a small town, quiet, boring..." wrong, it all felt so wrong. but it was honestly all she was able to piece together after years of being away. "and somehow i remembered exactly where to go to grab the best burger and fries," she chuckled, lifting a french fry to her lips for a bite. "i know it sounds crazy, but i just kinda blocked it out. which was always fine for me, i never really cared until recently. something told me to come back, so i came back," she shrugged. at that point all she could do was shrug it all off. the deja vu, the frustration, the sadness. "what about you? have you lived here your whole life?" if she was spilling details about her life to a total stranger, she expected a little something in return.

" hm? " guilty. all he'd ever felt anymore was guilty. and needy. he needed her in every sense of the word. was it wrong that he was giving her more of his time? absolutely. he'd accepted the title of biggest jerk on earth the second he started spending more time with elena, and felt like shit for living up to the title so well. but the alternative was not seeing her at all, and he wasn't sure he'd survive that-- not again. "no. no, that would be inappropriate and we're friends. friends don't do that." he looked away, lifting his drink to his lips to conceal the smirk that he wore. "but would it be so bad if i were? you look...well, you know how you look." more importantly, she knew how he felt about her. years ago, there was no such thing as keeping his hands and thoughts to himself. now he had to go as far as to pretend she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the room? they were already lying to themselves enough as it was.