[For someone who tries to help other people all the time, who would willingly give her life for them without a second thought? Elena has an incredibly hard time accepting help herself. It feels too much like she's asking for things she might always necessarily deserve even if she couldn't provide you with explicit reasons why she supposedly doesn't deserve them. It comes even worse when it's someone like Caesar who can't possibly protect her to the extent and degree that he might want to. Not just because Elena would struggle to allow him, but because he's human. Humans have limits. Vampires do, too, but not quite as severe as humans do.]
[Elena thinks of Matt and her heart aches a little. His life has never been easy, but it's only grown more complicated and difficult because of her, because of everything that being her friend has brought into his life. And yet, he's never complained. He's only tried to stand by her side, tried to deal with as much as he can in any way he knows he can. Elena can't help but worry that history is repeating itself here even though it seems like some of this crap has already been in Caesar's life for a while now. Even if it couldn't possibly be her fault, she still feels like it might.]
[She has to say it again, a little firmer and with more conviction.]
Okay. I will.
[She doesn't say thank you again even though she wants to. Two words over and over again until they grow and blossom to mean more than themselves and wilt into meaningless phonemes. But he asks her not to, so she doesn't. She lets it be at a promise to at least try and let him help when she might need it. Which means maybe she needs to be a little more honest.]
There's... There's something else you should know. It's about someone else on the Fleet. [Elena pulls back some, but not enough to leave his arms. She doesn't feel quite ready for that just yet.] I don't... I don't really know how to explain it in a way that makes any kind of sense and without spilling some of his secrets, but there's really no one else I can talk to about this.
His name is Stefan Salvatore, but he might have introduced himself as Stefan Alesci if you met him. He's from my world, but he's been somewhere else and lost a lot of his memory of who he used to be before. I guess there was a point where he thought he was Stefan Alesci completely, but he's been slowly getting the memories back.
He was... [She pauses, trying to find the right word when a reflexive, soft puff of laughter crops up with a memory. It hurts a little to think about now, both because of the current situation and reflecting back on how things fell apart between them.] He was my epic love.
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[For someone who tries to help other people all the time, who would willingly give her life for them without a second thought? Elena has an incredibly hard time accepting help herself. It feels too much like she's asking for things she might always necessarily deserve even if she couldn't provide you with explicit reasons why she supposedly doesn't deserve them. It comes even worse when it's someone like Caesar who can't possibly protect her to the extent and degree that he might want to. Not just because Elena would struggle to allow him, but because he's human. Humans have limits. Vampires do, too, but not quite as severe as humans do.]
[Elena thinks of Matt and her heart aches a little. His life has never been easy, but it's only grown more complicated and difficult because of her, because of everything that being her friend has brought into his life. And yet, he's never complained. He's only tried to stand by her side, tried to deal with as much as he can in any way he knows he can. Elena can't help but worry that history is repeating itself here even though it seems like some of this crap has already been in Caesar's life for a while now. Even if it couldn't possibly be her fault, she still feels like it might.]
[She has to say it again, a little firmer and with more conviction.]
Okay. I will.
[She doesn't say thank you again even though she wants to. Two words over and over again until they grow and blossom to mean more than themselves and wilt into meaningless phonemes. But he asks her not to, so she doesn't. She lets it be at a promise to at least try and let him help when she might need it. Which means maybe she needs to be a little more honest.]
There's... There's something else you should know. It's about someone else on the Fleet. [Elena pulls back some, but not enough to leave his arms. She doesn't feel quite ready for that just yet.] I don't... I don't really know how to explain it in a way that makes any kind of sense and without spilling some of his secrets, but there's really no one else I can talk to about this.
His name is Stefan Salvatore, but he might have introduced himself as Stefan Alesci if you met him. He's from my world, but he's been somewhere else and lost a lot of his memory of who he used to be before. I guess there was a point where he thought he was Stefan Alesci completely, but he's been slowly getting the memories back.
He was... [She pauses, trying to find the right word when a reflexive, soft puff of laughter crops up with a memory. It hurts a little to think about now, both because of the current situation and reflecting back on how things fell apart between them.] He was my epic love.