“

with a scream that peeled raw and bleeding from her backbone and came hoarsely out of her throat, elena grabbed a branch of the tree that had killed damon, that had murdered her beloved, and that would murder her and these two others she loved as well.

…she held a high bough of the tree’s cage and let the fury explode out of her, the fury of murdered love.

“

she wanted to follow. nothing was real. didn’t he understand? she could not imagine a universe, no matter how many dimensions there were, without a damon in it. there was no world for her, if there was no damon.

The Return: Midnight