#huntgrown

              " there's  big  bolts  of  lightning  hanging  low  over  the  coast    everyone's  convinced  it's  a  government  drone  /  an  alien  spaceship  ...  i  guess  the  ends  here . "

honestly , maybe it was because i was intuitive or at least reasonably observant , but i could spot these guys from a mile away. fbi agents ? please. i'd watched them carefully from my place at the coffee pot , half hidden by the cabinets , pouring a mug slowly as i tracked their movements. it was interesting that the supposed fbi were brought in on this particular case , especially because it had even me in a slump , & that rarely ever happens. four bodies , all ritualistically killed , their hearts completely removed. after some of my own research , i'd discovered similar murders over the past several decades in the police database , but they were never in the same place , & the timelines were all off.

for all i knew , it was one of these definitely fake officers , who paraded around the police station with an air of confidence that even i had to admire. i'd do research on them later , something was sending alarm bells off in my head. cradling my cup in hand , i returned to my desk to peer at them through the confines of my blinds , though i was quickly interrupted by the taller one , who knocked on my door & stepped inside , one of my brows inching upward to flash him a performatively cautious smile.               ❛            wow .. fbi agents in miami , who would've thought. what can i do for you , detective ?            ❜          

@huntgrown : ‘  i  have  a  lot  of  regrets  about  that.  ’ / dean.

she,   wounded   deer,   doesn't   move   right   away.   keeps   her   eyes   fixed   on   the   horizon,   heart   sinking   at   the   sound   of   dean's   voice.   she   feels   the   weight   of   his   words   pressing   into   her,   the   way   they   always   do   when   someone   she   cares   about   speaks   of   regret,   loss,   or   guilt.   she   wants   to   respond,   to   offer   something   meaningful,   but   the   truth   is   .   .   .    she   isn't   sure   what   to   say.   elena   gilbert   has   her   own   regrets   too.   so   many   of   them.   and   she   knows   how   it   feels   —   how   sometimes   the   past   is   too   hard   to   look   at,   how   it   gnaws   at   you   even   when   you   want   to   forget.   to   let   go   of   it   all.