Kalijah, just because there isn't enough and they're my OTP. Disclaimer: I do not own TVD nor do I own any of the songs used. Just some mini-drabbles that I had filed away on my desktop.

You chose your brother again!

As tears of anger and heartbreak ran down my face and streaked my red cheeks, I let out a loud sob and fell to the ground, clutching my knees to my chest. My hair mussed, and my makeup ruined, I wipe my eyes with my manicured hands and let my gaze fall onto my jean covered legs, as I freed my curled hair from its messy bun.

Burying my head in my knees I let it all out, and heartbroken screams erupted from my throat as more tears cascaded down my face.

And since 1492, I felt like your Katerina again. The innocent and sweet girl who had been fresh off of the boat from Bulgaria. The girl who had questioned why you had not believed in love and had made you chase me, across the paddocks of your English estate.

The feelings, I had long since buried, came rushing back to me as the emotions of love, hope, but worst of all betrayal filled my heart.

You had fed me to the wolves, literally, and you had promised you would never hurt me like you did.

But some promises are meant to be broken. Even by you.

''I read your letter, the one you let when you broke into my house...'' I sang solemnly as I rocked, in the middle of my living room, with the letter clenched tightly in my hands.

KP/EM

In your strong arms, I felt loved and safe. Wrapped in your embrace as you spooned me in your oversized bed. Your hands resting on my hips tightly as if you never wanted to let go (not like I would ever let you), and your bare legs intertwined with my own. Your breaths deep and slow, your eyes clenched shut and lips slightly parted.

I sighed as I leaned into your touch, my hand burying itself in your dark chocolate locks and affectionately rubbing my smooth cheek one against his slightly rough one.

''I love you, Elijah'' I whispered, as I closed my eyes.

This felt like home.

KP/EM

And sometimes, I worry. I worry because you never show your emotions, always wear a stoic mask and its scares me. It scares me to think, that you don't love me like I love you and that one day when your brother calls you will leave me for him.

But then you say my given name, the way you roll the r they way only you can. Or the way you see me like, and make me feel like, Katerina. Sweet and loving Katerina and in moments like those I know you care, your mask breaks and I can see you love me, and sometimes it's only by the way your thumb caresses by pulse point on the rare occasion we walk hand in hand… Because you have always detested acts of PDA.

Or when you think I have fallen asleep, you will cuddle me and whisper that you love me.

Because I don't care how small the gestures are, as when in moments like these, when we are alone in the ballroom and dancing without sound by body pressed against yours…

I don't I have ever felt so alive.

Or loved.

KP/EM

Reflection…

Someone once told me that if you lie enough, that you yourself start to believe them too.

And as I stare back into my reflection in the shattered mirror, I don't think I have ever believe that more than I have now. I don't know how you still believe I am your Katerina when I don't believe it myself.

The woman, I see in front of me, is Katherine Pierce. She is cold-hearted, selfish and manipulative. She isn't the innocent and naive girl, you think she is somewhere buried inside.

She used to be, as an extra conscious, but over the 500 years that you and your brother chased me, she died.

And she died because the one she loved the most had betrayed her in the worst way and had broken her heart.

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