(DISCONTINUED)
PLEASE FIND OTHER VERSION (V 2.0, REALLY) ON MY OTHER PROFILE @inkboundsecrets
THIS ONE IS DISCONTINUED!!!
Link : https://www.wattpad.com/story/352497047?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
ᴇᴠᴇʀɢʀᴇᴇɴ-ʀᴏsᴇ ᴘᴏᴠ
━━━ STEFAN AND I WALKED BACK FROM WHAT WE HAD DECIDED TO SIMPLY CALL 'THE GRAVEYARD'. I know, such an original name. Being dead meant that I didn't seem to get physically exhausted, unless it included the heaviness that appeared to weigh me down after every death.
So despite it almost being 3 hours, the simple walk in the night was refreshing.
The night was cold, as it always was for me, and the clear sky allowed the stars to shine, and the moon to shine overhead.
"If I was alive, Damon would be dead," Joey's voice echoed in my ear, and I stifled a smile.
"And I would help."
"Oh, please," Joey ruffled Henrik's hair, "you are too innocent, my love. In fact, I'm surprised you haven't picked up on any of your family's homicidal tendencies."
