DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Vampire Diaries.

Trigger Warnings: This story will contain delicate and mature topics, such as suicide, depression and violence. I'll make sure to post a specific trigger warning before chapters, so don't worry. If you're not comfortable with those topics, by any means, do not read this. If you ever feel offended by the way I depict any of the more sensible themes, please make sure to tell me your point of view! I, however, want to make sure that you understand that this story will be written in Elena's point of view, so many things will be written like the character views them, not in the way I do.

AS I LAY DYING

"Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself."

LEV TOLSTOY － WAR AND PEACE

Elena was happy with her death. She had died holding her lover's hand, she had died after so so much had happened to her. So yes, Elena had the privilege of saying that even after the supernatural mess she had been involved in in her younger years, she was happy. So why the fuck is she awake again, her biological's mother face a few inches from hers?

ANOTHER ONE! I've had this idea plaguing my mind for awhile now and seeing as I haven't seen it anywhere else (tell me if I'm wrong though) I thought it'd be interesting to let it play out. This is going to be an Elena-centric fic and it won't really follow the timeline. You'll see why pretty quickly.
Anyway, I'll post the first chapter in a few days because I have way too much studying to make up for (yes, I haven't studied in days. No, I regret nothing.)

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solarcrystal