Sera's POV
Two weeks.
Fourteen days since Elena's fingers had twitched. Fourteen days since Damon had kissed my forehead and promised that everything would be over soon. Fourteen days of waiting, hoping, slowly dying inside.
But somewhere along the way, I had stopped counting.
My wolf's advice echoed in my mind every time the pain threatened to overwhelm me. Let things take their course. Don't force it. Trust the bond.
So I did. Or at least, I tried.
I stopped going to the hospital. Stopped calling Damon to ask when he was coming home. Stopped waiting by the window for headlights that never appeared.
Instead, I filled the emptiness with work.
Leo's coffee shop became my sanctuary. The familiar routine of brewing espresso, wiping down tables, and chatting with regular customers gave
