Dear Klaus,
How could I ever love you?
Your cruel intentions, wicked taste of malevolent rested upon your tongue that you savor for eternity. I was nothing but a damaged soul wishing for paradise. You used that. You did not care for me. You only care for yourself and used everyone else as pawns.
You sought my love as a weakness when I had no intentions in overpowering you or mock you. I only wanted to love, cherish, care for you, for eternity even, but no matter what I did I was never enough.
I've been killed many times but this one really stung.
Love, Ophelia.
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sweet catharsis, klaus mikaelson.
Romancevengeance savored on her tongue and it never tasted oh so sweet. klaus mikaelson x fem! oc. BOOK ONE OF THE MUSE COLLECTION. © HOESOCIETY
