She's lost a lot of things, several people, but somehow this, this feeling is like and unlike that. It still feels like a kind of grief through, a kind of mourning she's unfamiliar with. Elena didn't know something like that even existed, she thought she knew grief inside and out. This is fear and anger and sadness and uncertainty and a few things she can't name.
Once she cries out everything she has she has, she looks at the clock, it's too late to talk to Jenna or anyone else. Elena gets her journal out and writes, writes it all down. Her phone beeps but it's too late for anyone else to be up so she checks to make sure it isn't dying. It's a text from Elijah and her heart clenches but opens the text anyway.
The plan went successfully. Thank you for your help. She's not sure if he's being sarcastic or if he's angry, what the hell it means so she ignores it. She needs to write this all down before she explodes.
His siblings look victorious, despite their differences and wants. They won. They do not have to run or hide anymore. They've spent so much time just running, fleeing and hoping they would make it.
"Come on, 'Lijah! Look happy!" Niklaus says and he doesn't particularly care about the victory party anymore.
"Excuse me." Elijah says and his brother's smile fades as he watches him disappear.
Jenna knows something's wrong as she looks at Elena then to her watch. Her aunt frowns as she hands Elena a cup of coffee.
"Usually you're out running by now." She says conversationally and she can see the weariness in Elena, who just shrugs.
"I didn't feel like it today." She excuses. If she runs, there's the potential of seeing Elijah, of seeing his siblings or anyone else and she's too tired to run. Jenna frowns, Elena's run everyday since she's been home.
"Okay." She says cautiously.
Maybe breakfast will help her get back into the swing of things, Jenna thinks.
It doesn't.
