“ i’m fine. “ it’s spoken too fast for it to be true, but elena still tries to allow it to be accompanied with a small smile. she shifts on the picnic table then, her eyes going down to her lunch before her rather than her friend across from her. it’s gotten easier, at least, to utter that lie without completely breaking down. it’s getting easier and elena doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. who is she again, without all of the grief? “ really, you don’t have to worry about me. “ @shesdaylight
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