[ The taste is visceral in her mouth over it. Elena's adoration of him. Rich as Damon's blood, soft as the kiss she so wrenched herself over. ]
(She too. We arrived together, so I neither of us had the skill to shut each other out. I've heard far too much of it. I struggle to call it love, that self-destructive twisting over itself. )
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( She too. We arrived together, so I neither of us had the skill to shut each other out. I've heard far too much of it. I struggle to call it love, that self-destructive twisting over itself. )