Dear Ophelia,
I do not fear you Ophelia. I do not fear one who acts out on their emotions, who repeatedly meets their demise. One who is delusional and oblivious to the fact they are unworthy. A foolish soul who cannot admit their defeat and accept their death.
Respect yourself Ophelia. Accept that I do not love you. I do not care for you. You are a worthless thing that I used and manipulated for my own well being. I fucked you—raw and beautifully letting you believe I cared deeply for this connection, letting you believe I care for your body. Nothing but sex for my own pleasure. There are no soul tie connections between us.
You are hurting yourself. You are blaming me for not loving you when perhaps it was your fault that I did not love. You weren't enough for me, I disposed you like a piece of trash and forgot about you seconds after because that's all you were.
Most importantly, I hate the way you make me feel Ophelia.
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
