[ she's so tired. grief, loneliness, sadness — they have overtaken her life, consumed her memories; she cannot see the sunrise or a cup of coffee without thinking of her mother, cannot hear the thump of bass or the drip of an iv without remembering all the moments she missed in the fog that was the loss of her humanity.
it's embarrassing to be caught like this. to be exposed for how raw and vulnerable and emotional she feels, to be seen so plainly for how broken she feels — but stefan's hand is warm and firm around her own, his voice soft even as she hiccups through a break in her tears, and caroline can't find it in herself to pull away.
she can only rest her head on the top of the steering wheel, free hand sweeping the moisture from her cheeks, and mumble out a pathetic, ] I'm okay.
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it's embarrassing to be caught like this. to be exposed for how raw and vulnerable and emotional she feels, to be seen so plainly for how broken she feels — but stefan's hand is warm and firm around her own, his voice soft even as she hiccups through a break in her tears, and caroline can't find it in herself to pull away.
she can only rest her head on the top of the steering wheel, free hand sweeping the moisture from her cheeks, and mumble out a pathetic, ] I'm okay.
[ liar, liar, liar. ]
I'm fine.