Trust comes at a cost. He trusted Hayley and she handed the hybrids to Klaus like leading lambs to slaughter. Hell, he trusted Caroline and she blabbed everything Stefan (though she just didn't want him encased in concrete, that one is easier to forgive even if he hates the hold the younger Salvatore has on his girlfriend).
He should have known after Chris died that things weren't going to work out because his priorities rarely seem to ever line up with anybody else's so why should they matter? They don't matter. Not to anyone else.
At Jeremy's words something twists in his chest. It's dark and painful and he wishes he could push it out but he can't. That feeling is with him all the time now. Despair. Hopelessness. Resentment because this is their lives and there seems to be nothing they can fucking do about it.
"Even just for a little while, so we could actually recover."
Because it's always one thing after another and no one gets a chance to actually deal with anything. There's always another tragedy around the corner.
This isn't how their lives should be.
At the apology he shrugs his shoulders a little. "You've had your own stuff to deal with." And he gets it. And he's not sure how Jeremy or anyone else could help. Liz's version of helping has been telling the town his mother drowned. It's a terrible accident. The whole town makes cheap shots about his mother the lush and he's really just glad to be away from it all more than anything else.
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He should have known after Chris died that things weren't going to work out because his priorities rarely seem to ever line up with anybody else's so why should they matter? They don't matter. Not to anyone else.
At Jeremy's words something twists in his chest. It's dark and painful and he wishes he could push it out but he can't. That feeling is with him all the time now. Despair. Hopelessness. Resentment because this is their lives and there seems to be nothing they can fucking do about it.
"Even just for a little while, so we could actually recover."
Because it's always one thing after another and no one gets a chance to actually deal with anything. There's always another tragedy around the corner.
This isn't how their lives should be.
At the apology he shrugs his shoulders a little. "You've had your own stuff to deal with." And he gets it. And he's not sure how Jeremy or anyone else could help. Liz's version of helping has been telling the town his mother drowned. It's a terrible accident. The whole town makes cheap shots about his mother the lush and he's really just glad to be away from it all more than anything else.
Even if only for a little while.