[ elena has always refused to believe that. she still does. her eyes close against that kiss to her temple, throat closing up with an emotion too raw to name. she wraps her arms around stefan tightly, resting her face against the crook of his neck. it's still as familiar as it ever was. she doesn't think that's ever going to change, wherever they end up. she presses a kiss to his skin there, and when she pulls back, she cups his face with her hands. ]
I'm coming back for you. Okay?
[ they bring each other back. that's what they do. ]
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I'm coming back for you. Okay?
[ they bring each other back. that's what they do. ]