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[rp] be still and know that I'm with you
[OOC: fixing canon a lil. .-.]
Meredith is in with Alaric and Damon is there too while they help him be... as comfortable s he can be. Elena's waiting there too. Everyone else has already gone, but Jeremy is sitting on the ground with his head lowered and jaw locked. He can't bring himself to move, to abandon Alaric, to leave him alone to die after everything he's done for them. He can't leave with how Alaric looked out for him when Jeremy was nothing but a punk kid with a folder stuffed heavily with all the reasons why no one should waste any time on him.
There is no way he could drag himself up from the ground at the moment.
His jaw is locked tightly. Tears are burning in his eyes as he stares daggers at the ground like it's fate, like it's the reason this is all happening. There's never any reason. There's never any stopping it, but there's always Elena looking more guilty than Jeremy can take and the two of them left with no one.
Again
and again
and again.
The crossbow is sitting next to him, and he swallows past the tightness in his throat, the pain that threatens to swallow him. He can't afford to. No one takes him seriously as it is. It's not the time to feel any of this, but he can't get it out of his head. Ric's dying. Jenna died. Uncle John died. Their parents are dead, and now they're here. They still have each other.
Meredith is in with Alaric and Damon is there too while they help him be... as comfortable s he can be. Elena's waiting there too. Everyone else has already gone, but Jeremy is sitting on the ground with his head lowered and jaw locked. He can't bring himself to move, to abandon Alaric, to leave him alone to die after everything he's done for them. He can't leave with how Alaric looked out for him when Jeremy was nothing but a punk kid with a folder stuffed heavily with all the reasons why no one should waste any time on him.
There is no way he could drag himself up from the ground at the moment.
His jaw is locked tightly. Tears are burning in his eyes as he stares daggers at the ground like it's fate, like it's the reason this is all happening. There's never any reason. There's never any stopping it, but there's always Elena looking more guilty than Jeremy can take and the two of them left with no one.
Again
and again
and again.
The crossbow is sitting next to him, and he swallows past the tightness in his throat, the pain that threatens to swallow him. He can't afford to. No one takes him seriously as it is. It's not the time to feel any of this, but he can't get it out of his head. Ric's dying. Jenna died. Uncle John died. Their parents are dead, and now they're here. They still have each other.