[ the only thing that could possibly detract from the earnestness of his apology is the journal he places in front of her. elena's gaze lowers toward it in confusion, and immediately after there is recognition. she knows that handwriting like the back of her own. it's the handwriting that's become all too familiar to her. her eyes burn as she reads it, assaulted with conflicting emotions. at the base of it all, there's love swelling in her chest.
elena looks up at him with it all, perhaps making her expression unreadable.
she swallows thickly. she tugs in a breath. and she looks at him. ]
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elena looks up at him with it all, perhaps making her expression unreadable.
she swallows thickly. she tugs in a breath. and she looks at him. ]
Why are you showing me this?