Dear Ophelia,
What are you doing to me? You sent a curse on me. At the thought of you, my stomach turns. Those laughs of yours bleeding out through my ears, they mimic the sound of a sonic boom clashing at my ear over and over.
Your touch sends cool shivers everywhere. My legs suddenly stop moving and I am frozen in shock. The bare sight of you in my dreams, in my thoughts, when you appear....my heart pounds.
At a rate so fast I cannot keep up with the beat, my heart stings like lightening attacking an innocent tree. It's suffocating, the air in my lungs freeze and I am gasping for any type of air. I can feel my heart ripping itself apart, destroying my insides, piercing, and harming itself. My vision no worse, blinded by the tears and mere blur sight of your psyche.
It is only you Ophelia. Playing these mind games with me so that I can feel the guilt for killing you with my bare hands. So that I can realize how deeply I adored you. You want me to confess my love when there is nothing in my heart to confess to you.
Stop this madness and release your firm grip wrapped around my heart. Please.
Love, Klaus.
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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
