[ thank god. not thank god, but thank god she's not alone with her insomnia. the sheets rustle and the bed whines slightly as elena turns towards caroline in the dark. she should say something. something comforting.
somehow, she can't manage it for a dragging silence. she's moved past "it's going to be okay" and "how is any of this possible?" quickly today. now her words dissolve into a soft, weighted exhale.
she reaches out blindly to touch caroline's arm. ] We'll get through this.
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somehow, she can't manage it for a dragging silence. she's moved past "it's going to be okay" and "how is any of this possible?" quickly today. now her words dissolve into a soft, weighted exhale.
she reaches out blindly to touch caroline's arm. ] We'll get through this.