You have to admit, you never thought you could fall for Laura.
Annoying, perky, tiny Laura with her stupid videos, her cookies and her never ending stock of questions.
Laura, with her fine blouses, and low cut tops and comfy sweaters.
Laura, with her ginger squad, with those stupid Zeta meatcakes and her many study buddies.
But the longer you two live together, in this tiny excuse that Silas calls a dorm room, the more you get used to Laura.
And one day you find those stupid videos not so stupid anymore, and asking for a cookie instead of just taking one is suddenly a thing, and the questions Laura asks are met with much less of your sarcasm than before.
You can even get used to the ginger squad spending more time in your dorm room than their own.
And suddenly, one day, you call Laura by her first name, her actual name. And what is even worse, is that it feels so good on your tongue, you want to say it over and over again and never stop.
And before you know it, you're in too deep and you wonder again, how after all this time, it can still happen to you. And you wonder why, in all those centuries, you haven't learned a thing.
You know it's wrong. You know it won't last.
But when you look into her eyes, those beautiful, beautiful eyes, it feels like you are Mircalla again, just 18, with all the innocence in the world, dancing on the most amazing balls, in the fairest dresses made of silk and diamonds. And besides everything that your instincts tell you, no, screams at you, you feel home.
You know that it will be over too soon, that her life span is the one of an insect, compared to yours and you know that when she's gone, you will be heart broken all over again and that the pain will kill you over and over until you fall in love again, like a spirale of pain and love until the end of the world. But she is so beautiful, and you are so weak, and honestly; what ever mattered besides the two of you?