“I know the feeling.” Unfortunately Elena knew the feeling quite well. Every time she dreamed it seemed like everyone was in peril and her life was on the line. It was a recurring theme that she wasn’t exactly comfortable with but there it was.
“I’m sorry you keep getting hurt in the dreams.” And she didn’t just mean physically. Emotionally, too. She’d seen his face as she said good-bye, had watched him through the flames as Klaus drained her blood. “But I am thankful, dream me was thankful, that you always let me make my own choices.” Unlike Damon.