in the forest, the quickening of breath that occurs when any being knows danger is near, the pitter-patter-pause of a heart stopping.
I also hear my thoughts, tumbling and colliding against each other like ocean waves.
If only I hadn’t been weak when Katherine stared into my eyes. If only I hadn’t gone back to see Father. If only I hadn’t made Damon drink.
But I did. The fallout of those choices is a mantle that only grows darker and more nuanced with age.
And I must live with the consequences of my misdeeds for eternity.
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