[ after all the things elena has bore witness to, the idea of what she sees ahead of her not being real is far more devastating than anything else. she moves as quickly as she can, growing slightly tired from having to contend with the snow and feelings of ridiculously deep despair.
she runs—and thank god she does—as the figure ahead of her remains solid and in place, and elena thinks happily that she's finally found someone. she sees a profile and starts to appear from his left, covered in snow. ]
Hey. [ this time, it's a loud, breathless and happy thing. his profile is sharper now that she's not so far away, and she's so, so grateful that he stopped. her hair's in her face and her skin is cold and warm and clammy all at once. ]
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she runs—and thank god she does—as the figure ahead of her remains solid and in place, and elena thinks happily that she's finally found someone. she sees a profile and starts to appear from his left, covered in snow. ]
Hey. [ this time, it's a loud, breathless and happy thing. his profile is sharper now that she's not so far away, and she's so, so grateful that he stopped. her hair's in her face and her skin is cold and warm and clammy all at once. ]
Are you lost, too?