The shouting between them and the panic that clawed right at her throat; knowing what he was going to do moments before he went and did it. It's not as though she'd believed it was going to be different. Damon is going to put her above anyone else, and sometimes that would intoxicate her and then at other times -- most of the times, especially when it matters -- it honestly terrifies her. She knows Damon cared about Martha and Wes in his own way, knows that he cares about Sarah and Jeremy, but when it came down to it, he still drove them right through that rift despite her choice.
(It doesn't mean she wanted to lose him. He'd have never left her if he'd been given his own choice. She knows this; feels it. Needed that.)
She hears him before she sees him. It has honestly been a while since she has, but Elena doesn't need even a second to recognize his voice. Swiveling in place, her breath catches in her throat once her eyes finally land on him. She is brought to a stillness at the sight. One would think the resentment and the anger she had felt so strongly in that car would come rushing back, but it doesn't; at least, not in the beginning. Her eyes fill and her chest aches, all at once. All at once.
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The shouting between them and the panic that clawed right at her throat; knowing what he was going to do moments before he went and did it. It's not as though she'd believed it was going to be different. Damon is going to put her above anyone else, and sometimes that would intoxicate her and then at other times -- most of the times, especially when it matters -- it honestly terrifies her. She knows Damon cared about Martha and Wes in his own way, knows that he cares about Sarah and Jeremy, but when it came down to it, he still drove them right through that rift despite her choice.
(It doesn't mean she wanted to lose him. He'd have never left her if he'd been given his own choice. She knows this; feels it. Needed that.)
She hears him before she sees him. It has honestly been a while since she has, but Elena doesn't need even a second to recognize his voice. Swiveling in place, her breath catches in her throat once her eyes finally land on him. She is brought to a stillness at the sight. One would think the resentment and the anger she had felt so strongly in that car would come rushing back, but it doesn't; at least, not in the beginning. Her eyes fill and her chest aches, all at once. All at once.
"Damon?" she breathes out, voice hitching a bit.