(Elara)
The harsh wing stung my face. It was sharp and biting but I didn't mind one bit. It was the only thing that felt real and true to me right now. The world around me was collapsing with heavy secrets that Damon was keeping from me and I was standing on the edge trying to reach for something solid.
I took a few steps forward, determined to get far away from the car as possible. The air was cold enough to bite through my jacket, but I didn’t care. I needed the space. The silence.
It wasn’t just about Damon and Sera anymore. It wasn’t just about the fact that the woman he had once cared for, the woman he had shot was in the car with us and she was acting like it was all just some bad or silly memory.
It was about me. About everything I didn’t know. About the lies I had been fed sinc
