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elena gilbert bristled , indignant as she glared at rebekah from across the room. she was still fresh off her no humanity , waves of unwanted feelings dousing her like gasoline , reminding her of just how much she lost. hell , she even lost her own life , no thanks to her.          ❛             yeah , no shit. my brother is still dead. my aunt is dead , no thanks to klaus. my parents , myself .. if you mock my grief one more time , i'm going to figure out a way to punch your face in , i swear to god.            ❜          

that unbridled rage came & went like the tide , usually aimed at katherine , often found itself fixating on whoever was with her at the time. who cared if rebekah got mad , who cared if she got angry enough to kill her , it didn't matter. she had nothing left to threaten. elena had singlehandedly lost every member of her family , & all she had left was the painful memory that they had once been there. her hand was shaking as she drew the half empty glass of bourbon back to her lips , wanting anything to curb the onslaught of unwanted emotions that plagued her to her very marrow , swallowing the rest & rubbing at her face with opposite empty fingers.

          ❛             unless you're here to help me figure out how to kill katherine , leave me alone.            ❜