Disclaimer:Nope I don't own tvd so that's all cool
Warning: It's the prologue nothing happens yet. sorry
Notes: so I've been thinking about this for AGES and I just really wanted to write it. So bear with me okay
Well here we go
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A Heart Worth Breaking
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to trust, my dear girl, would be even more clueless than to love
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He feels her rather than sees her. He doesn't hear a heartbeat or a single breath leaving her lips – he just feels her.
"You're alive." She says, her tone so ice, ice cold he feels the shiver travelling down his spine in his every bone. He doesn't speak though. He knows nothing will be enough – not now, not ever.
"You are alive." She repeats it, like a witch chanting a spell in a language that he has long learned to understand. "You aren't dead."
He would've been tempted to reply – to tease, saying that was usually the way people were when 'alive'. Oh, to get under her skin; but he figures he doesn't really have to do anything now to get her angry. To get her to try and rip his heart from his chest.
And just like that, she's gone. He doesn't even know what she looks like these days, hasn't laid eyes on her for a little over hundred years.
But she's here.
He feels his ring burning on his finger.
Figures.
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A/N: So... You can flame me now. Anyway I just wanted to know if anyone would be interested in this. And even if y'all weren't: I'm gonna write it anyway. So whatever.
Heeeee I'm way more nervous about this than I should be.