𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚
The fear of falling in love or being in a romantic relationship.
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Cassandra Gilbert. Elena and Jeremy's older sister, who went to Europe after graduation and left a small, remote town behind. But what happens when she find...
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"Will someone kindly explain to me why I feel supernatural assets, spirits all over town?"
''What? How do you even feel it?'' Bonnie asked me confused.
"Magic?" I replied sarcastically.
"How I missed your sarcastic self," Damon rolled his eyes.
Caroline came to me with open arms and I pulled her into a hug. ''I missed you.''
"I told you I'd be back," I whispered in her ear. I pulled away and looked at them. "Now explain to me or not really. I smell ghosts and you probably caused it Bonnie. Ask Sheila, she'll know what to do about it, just fix it as soon as possible. For the good of all,'' I didn't mention that I felt the city besieged by souls that should have been dead long ago. It wasn't a problem for me, more like I was a bit tempted.
"Aimed somewhere? Not that I care...'' Damon asked, pouring bourbon into his glass.
"You're not my mom to control where I go."
"Thank God for that!"
"Even if I would pay to see you in a dress, you would look sexy."
"Can that be taken as a compliment?"
"If you only look sexy when you wear a classic, old, country dress? Well... it can be a compliment.''
"Just go!"
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"I feel like killing!"
"I guess I got déjà vu," Rebekah laughed, continuing to work on her nails.
"Rebekah."
''Come on! Look at Cassie and consider her demeanor, doesn't she remind you of someone?" Rebekah smirked again.
"Let me guess..." I pretended to think. "Your brother Kol."
"The one and only, darling," he smirked.
I shook my head with a smirk. "Can that even be considered a compliment?"
"Oh! I'm offended, darling. Of course, that's a compliment of the highest recognition," he boasted.
I laughed and the others looked at me strangely. "It depends..." another Mikaelson walked into the room, "but rather not."
"Oh brother, I didn't expect that from you."
I smirked at the comment again and turned to the dirty blonde. "I missed you."
"I'm glad you missed me, my love."
"That was sarcasm."
"Ow, my heart hurts," he placed his hand where the heart was, or at least should have been.
