Maybe that's why an emotionless Elena had felt so foreign to him. Matt's never really had a solid home foundation, and it took losing Elena (to herself, to Damon's will and that damnable sire bond) to realize that he's always had a home, and it was in this girl who died for him, who gladly sentenced herself to a watery grave, because it meant he would live. But the realization had been more heartbreaking than it was heartwarming, for Elena was gone. Lost. And it didn't look like she was coming back.
Right now, with her hands framing his face and those brown eyes brimming with tears, he didn't care whether or not his death-by-Damon rouse had worked or not. For whatever reason, fate had brought him here and deposited him on this ship in the middle of who-knows-where so that he could be reunited with her. With home. Time itself could break and shatter around them in this moment, and Matt wouldn't care as long as she was still standing here with him.
He learns forward, pressing a chaste, affectionate kiss to her forehead.
"I forgotten what safe feels like, but if you say it's safe, then I trust that it is. As much as it can be for people like us, anyway."
Since when did he, the only human of his group of childhood friends left, become included in that? Long before he slipped on Jeremy's ring, and perhaps even longer before that — before he was aware of any of it, back when he was the innocent bystander who watched someone he didn't know was a vampire swoop in and steal a girl who was too broken up inside to be with him through the haze of her pain.
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Right now, with her hands framing his face and those brown eyes brimming with tears, he didn't care whether or not his death-by-Damon rouse had worked or not. For whatever reason, fate had brought him here and deposited him on this ship in the middle of who-knows-where so that he could be reunited with her. With home. Time itself could break and shatter around them in this moment, and Matt wouldn't care as long as she was still standing here with him.
He learns forward, pressing a chaste, affectionate kiss to her forehead.
"I forgotten what safe feels like, but if you say it's safe, then I trust that it is. As much as it can be for people like us, anyway."
Since when did he, the only human of his group of childhood friends left, become included in that? Long before he slipped on Jeremy's ring, and perhaps even longer before that — before he was aware of any of it, back when he was the innocent bystander who watched someone he didn't know was a vampire swoop in and steal a girl who was too broken up inside to be with him through the haze of her pain.