𝕊aving 𝔾race || 𝕄ikaelsons

δεκατέσσερα||fourteen

•to say goodbye,
is to die a little•

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Countless people sit on bus seats, shaking at the shoulders. While others are like a stoned Elvis trying to dance right after a gig.

Some walk right into the rain and look like they're smiling, but runny mascara writes sad and bitter letters on their cheeks. Other people drive their cars into lay-bys or park edges. And then they cradle the steering-wheel as tightly as they can, looking like headless drivers.

Most people simply sink their open mouths into feathery pillows, trembling uncontrollably in their bed like a beached dolphin.

Some people are bent as question marks when they weep, while others are as straight as exclamation marks.

Countless people are soaking in emotional dew when they wake, salted street maps etched onto their cheeks. A few may even find empty rooms and fall to the floor as if praying to their God.

Some are noiseless. Faces contorted in a sickly and silent scream that seems almost like laughter.

But why is there no tissue-giver? A person who looks for tears. Someone who makes the finest silk tissues and offers them for free?

It would seem... that around each corner and beneath each stone, are individuals quietly looking for a place to cry on their own. And Gianna can't help but to cry out in pure and agonizing heartbreak. Soundlessly, desperately, watered out sorrows fall down her cheeks and onto her pillow case.

Silently, Teegan stands outside her sisters door. And hearing the stifled cries of Gianna causes her to open the door, and she quietly crawls next to her sister. It's at this moment, in her sisters bruised and bony arms, that Teegan cries too. Both she and Gianna wish for nothing more than for their brother to be here with them once more.

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Elijah and Elena exit the original's car, walking through a heavily wooded area. They both look around, Elijah reminiscing about how it used to be. Elena, seems more worried and apprehensive to be in such a place with him.

"I had forgotten how much I missed this land." Elijah speaks barely above a whisper. His voice is so ethereal, it's soft, and captivating, and regal. It's like he's distracted, his soul being encompassed in something entirely different than his mind is. Two separates parts, yet one body.

"I can't even imagine what it must have been like a thousand years ago." Elena's voice is shrill compared to the vampire's, and nowhere near as quiet. The noise seems to grate upon her own ears, and she resists the urge to clench her jaw at the mere dullness of it.