action;
[ Guess who's walking down the block with an armful of groceries? Yep. Guess who's not expecting to look up and see Rebekah a few yard away? Yeah.
Elena's otherwise blank expression is arrested with awe, and she stops in her tracks. It's not as if she knew this wasn't a possibility. Still.
She blinks, breathes, closes her parted lips, and continues her way forward towards Rebekah at a slower, more intent pace. What's there to say to someone who was your enemy, your ally, someone you befriended and literally stabbed in the back? Someone who just confided to you about the death of her brother when you thought they'd rightfully hate, shun, and perhaps torture you for it? Someone who shared the weight of that grief over losing an era of your life? ] You're shopping. [ So eloquent. ]