( elena gilbert is hardly a far cry from the woman he knew.
in an odd way he feels he knows her better than he should, listening to bonnie's sorrowful and nostalgic voice long into dark nights and during quiet mornings telling him all about the elena gilbert she knew and loved. her best friend. her confidante. her family. the girl she would move oceans and kill for locked in a box until the day his love dies.
a part of him used to resent this. unwillingly, inescapably, he resented that elena would prevent any chance of an eternity with the woman he loves.
now, in the midst of all this heartache and mess, he's glad to see a smile on bonnie's face. that weight of responsibility and pain lifted from her shoulders. carrying the knowledge within her heart: she has her best friend back. she has her life, her choices, her freedom to live without guilt back. it's all he could have ever wanted for her.
enzo smooths the hair behind her ear and lets his fingertips get lost in the tresses. he doesn't look up from the vision of her peaceful slumber as elena approaches him, quietly offering him a glass. he breathes in a breath and lets it out. for now they are safe and his girl is happy.
he pulls away to flick his eyes to elena and to accept her offering. in a low burr of a whisper, he says, ) I suppose a welcome back into the land of the not-quite living is in order. ( the sarcasm is without bite. he cheers to her. )
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in an odd way he feels he knows her better than he should, listening to bonnie's sorrowful and nostalgic voice long into dark nights and during quiet mornings telling him all about the elena gilbert she knew and loved. her best friend. her confidante. her family. the girl she would move oceans and kill for locked in a box until the day his love dies.
a part of him used to resent this. unwillingly, inescapably, he resented that elena would prevent any chance of an eternity with the woman he loves.
now, in the midst of all this heartache and mess, he's glad to see a smile on bonnie's face. that weight of responsibility and pain lifted from her shoulders. carrying the knowledge within her heart: she has her best friend back. she has her life, her choices, her freedom to live without guilt back. it's all he could have ever wanted for her.
enzo smooths the hair behind her ear and lets his fingertips get lost in the tresses. he doesn't look up from the vision of her peaceful slumber as elena approaches him, quietly offering him a glass. he breathes in a breath and lets it out. for now they are safe and his girl is happy.
he pulls away to flick his eyes to elena and to accept her offering. in a low burr of a whisper, he says, ) I suppose a welcome back into the land of the not-quite living is in order. ( the sarcasm is without bite. he cheers to her. )