If it's selfish of him to reach such a decision, then she's selfish, too.
It's taken some time to admit it to herself. The guilt wouldn't let her in the past. Elena felt too much of a responsibility to accept being away from Mystic Falls. Being the doppelgรคnger came with its own set of consequences, with its own set of reasons, and she couldn't just evade them. Except that's exactly what happened. Before she could become the lamb to the slaughter, before Klaus could get his hands on her, Elena was swept into a rift and never saw home again.
She tried hard to get back at first; she did. Even if there had been a small part of her that had thought everyone would be better off if she wasn't there. Bad things happened whenever she was. Then Jeremy fell through the rift, too. He was followed closely by Damon. Caroline, Bonnie, Tyler. Even Matt, for while. All those pieces of home she'd carried with her were soon returned, and she never looked back. She grew up. She got to have one lifetime of choices independent of the face she bears and the blood coursing through her veins. She's lived, in a way she never would've otherwise.
Something similar is happening on this boat. Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline showed up first, but Tyler and Matt and the others have joined them. She wants to figure this boat out, but she also doesn't want to leave it. Not when misery waits at the other end for those she loves most.
Elena links their arms together, dragging Matt off to the ice cream room with a sly smile. (If anyone deserves all the ice cream in the world, it's Matt Donovan.)
She wasn't kidding, for the record. It looks like a retro ice cream parlor, and once you step inside, it's somehow bigger than what it seemed from the outside. On the other side of the counter, there's endless rows upon rows of different ice cream flavors and essential toppings, ripe for the picking. "What's your poison?" she asks him with a small nudge.
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It's taken some time to admit it to herself. The guilt wouldn't let her in the past. Elena felt too much of a responsibility to accept being away from Mystic Falls. Being the doppelgรคnger came with its own set of consequences, with its own set of reasons, and she couldn't just evade them. Except that's exactly what happened. Before she could become the lamb to the slaughter, before Klaus could get his hands on her, Elena was swept into a rift and never saw home again.
She tried hard to get back at first; she did. Even if there had been a small part of her that had thought everyone would be better off if she wasn't there. Bad things happened whenever she was. Then Jeremy fell through the rift, too. He was followed closely by Damon. Caroline, Bonnie, Tyler. Even Matt, for while. All those pieces of home she'd carried with her were soon returned, and she never looked back. She grew up. She got to have one lifetime of choices independent of the face she bears and the blood coursing through her veins. She's lived, in a way she never would've otherwise.
Something similar is happening on this boat. Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline showed up first, but Tyler and Matt and the others have joined them. She wants to figure this boat out, but she also doesn't want to leave it. Not when misery waits at the other end for those she loves most.
Elena links their arms together, dragging Matt off to the ice cream room with a sly smile. (If anyone deserves all the ice cream in the world, it's Matt Donovan.)
She wasn't kidding, for the record. It looks like a retro ice cream parlor, and once you step inside, it's somehow bigger than what it seemed from the outside. On the other side of the counter, there's endless rows upon rows of different ice cream flavors and essential toppings, ripe for the picking. "What's your poison?" she asks him with a small nudge.