salvaclaus:

_{It was all too much to handle. Damon had just let Elena go, and now Rose was crawling back into his life again. He didn’t know whether to be joyous or sad. He was feeling too many emotions at once. All he wanted to do was feed on someone and feel the warm, soothing liquid inside a human body ooze down his throat. “But why?” It wasn’t the exact question he wanted to ask, he had a thousand more questions that he needed to ask her. He buried his face in his hands, rubbing at his skin and taking deep, shaky breaths.}

_{“I haven’t a clue,” Rose managed to confess with a tone fraught with emotion. It was impossible —regardless of mortality— for someone to fully comprehend what was happening: the uncertainty, the burning questions that hummed an all too haunting song, and the feelings flooding back in unison. A slender hand helped herself to a drink. Hell, she’d opt for anything that would might quell such thoughts, even turning off that dreaded switch seemed like a good idea. To simply not care about a thing was a far too tempting thought not to contemplate.} 

         _{"I didn’t have anywhere else to go, but if you want me out your way I’ll be gone.“}