Elena Gilbert (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lookedafter) wrote2013-03-25 07:38 pm
lookedafter) wrote2013-03-25 07:38 pm
Entry tags:
confessions: for the_bad_brother
Elena isn't even sure where to begin.
To put it frankly, she's not even sure how she can explain the events of the last couple of days. Every time she starts trying to come up with some kind of reasoning for how she'd ended up with Elijah - why she'd ended up with Elijah - there's nothing concrete, nothing she can cling to so solidly. There's no denying the effect he has on her, but she doesn't know where that stems from, and a part of her is almost afraid to find out.
She doesn't know what leads her to Damon's doorstep, at any rate. She can already picture the response he's going to have when she tells him where she'd spent the night - or day, more accurately - and something tells her he'd take it about as well as Stefan would. Maybe worse. And yet she's still here, standing at his front door, hoping he doesn't have company right now because that would be really crappy timing.
She lifts a hand to knock and then lets it fall to her side, restlessly shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
To put it frankly, she's not even sure how she can explain the events of the last couple of days. Every time she starts trying to come up with some kind of reasoning for how she'd ended up with Elijah - why she'd ended up with Elijah - there's nothing concrete, nothing she can cling to so solidly. There's no denying the effect he has on her, but she doesn't know where that stems from, and a part of her is almost afraid to find out.
She doesn't know what leads her to Damon's doorstep, at any rate. She can already picture the response he's going to have when she tells him where she'd spent the night - or day, more accurately - and something tells her he'd take it about as well as Stefan would. Maybe worse. And yet she's still here, standing at his front door, hoping he doesn't have company right now because that would be really crappy timing.
She lifts a hand to knock and then lets it fall to her side, restlessly shifting her weight from one foot to the other.