#selflessgilbert

After a very brief reunion with Damon, in which she learned of Sheriff Forbes' death, Bonnie made her way across town to the Forbes residence. It was too little too late for the funeral but she could still be there for her best friend. Taking the front steps two at a time, she approaches the front door and lets herself inside. 

          "Care?" She calls out, shutting the door behind her. As she           makes her way into the parlor, she spots a still figure on the           ground. Eyes widening, she races over to the brunette and           kneels down beside her. "Oh my god, Elena? Elena!"

selflessgilbert

It was never supposed to be this way... The shrieking. it used to put him on edge. he would always know what would come, and he would do his best to maintain his composure. he would eye the pack of cigarettes on the counter and consider slipping out of the door, evading that particular attack. he would always say that. he would never do it. he would then have these delusional hopes for a turn of events. she could calm down. she could change her mind and come back to watch the movie with me. she could hold my hand again the way she used to. she could love me again.. she wouldn't. she didn't. the old leah was gone, and soon enough, the old jules was gone with her. I could never leave, but i just can't stay... Today was quick, beginning with the ashtray bouncing off of his head and leaving behind a sizable gash, a piercing pain riddling his skull although it inspired no reaction and it ended with her hand whipping across his face. that was the physical aspect at least... or so he thought. then there was the tantrum. curses, insults, slurs—

—T R U T H S.

They spilled from her mouth like hot lava, heavy hands descending upon him. he held fast, making no move to stop her, only opting to stand up so that she had to strain to reach his face. how pathetic. such a large man afraid of his girlfriend. you are a man, not a boy, and men are not afraid of their girlfriends. you stay because you have no reason to leave. this isn't abuse. abuse doesn't happen to men, especially men like you.

L I E S. Another laptop destroyed, another phone crushed against the wall, more of the little he had to his name left in ruin. he didn't utter a word. at last, it was the front door slamming shut, and she was gone. what happened next was a phenomenon never to be explained. he broke. Tears spilled down his cheeks, a majestic roar of pent up agony shook the apartment and his body shivered with anguish. three years of it, of all of it, and at last, he had reached his limit. he had seen enough. he had fallen out of love with the monster sharing his home months if not years ago, and he had stayed out of stubborn pride. but he was falling apart, piece by piece, seam by precious seam, and today must have simply been the day that the walls collapsed because soon enough, he was bottling it up once more and packing several bags. he was leaving. he wasn't coming back. and there was only one place he could think to go, the only place he had ever felt safe, the one person who wouldn't judge him. the one person he trusted. the person he never spoke a word of this to. he had to come clean today. less than two hours later, barely holding himself together, he knocked on elena's door.

        ❛ mfph. ❜

give him a beat.  -- or [ F I V E ]. he's gotta roll over. flip a switch.

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific if you want a better answer, Love."

━━━━ ( ♚ )

               She doesn't know how long the peace would last. Would                it really? It was a question that plagued Bonnie's mind.                She turned to Elena, glad the girl was safe just like                her.