[ She doesn't even hesitate before slapping him, though it's not nearly as hard as it could be--only slightly harder than a normal human girl's slap. Her voice is hushed in an attempt to keep it from shaking, but her chin quivers regardless, and her heart feels like it's going to jump right out of her throat.
Lana feels betrayed in ways she can't explain, and she's not about to. It feels that no matter what she says, Damon's always able to find a way to use it against her. He finds her weak spot, and he stabs her until she has no more breath left. But she won't let him see her cry. Never again will she let him have that satisfaction. ]
You were right, there is a thin line. I hate you.
[ Abruptly, she turns and leaves, bracelet crunching beneath her rushed footfalls, the door splintering when she yanks it shut behind her. ]
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Lana feels betrayed in ways she can't explain, and she's not about to. It feels that no matter what she says, Damon's always able to find a way to use it against her. He finds her weak spot, and he stabs her until she has no more breath left. But she won't let him see her cry. Never again will she let him have that satisfaction. ]
You were right, there is a thin line. I hate you.
[ Abruptly, she turns and leaves, bracelet crunching beneath her rushed footfalls, the door splintering when she yanks it shut behind her. ]