#itselgilbert

Today. It had to be today. He was sick of having to look over his shoulder every time he left the house. He was sick of having to watch out if he saw Katherine anywhere, trying to pull him in one of her sick games again. He was sick of having to trust on taking his vervain to prevent some random vampire to see him as his or her dinner. It had to be over. He had asked Alaric and Elena to come over. He didn’t know if it was a good idea to have Elena around, but she wanted to, and he wasn’t going to say no to that. It would be good to have some people he trusted around when he was going to die. Again. Some part of him was still screaming at him not to do it, not to be that stupid to die again, voluntarily this time. But he had to. He couldn’t live like this, not with the constant fear of dying. He had to do something about that. When the bell rang, he made his way to the door, opening it, hoping it would be one of them. He just wanted to be done with it.