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❛❛ PROLOGUE ❜❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
The suffering of the heart, how a hand could tear through the skin, reach the beating heart and still the movement. The suffering of a dying heart could cut the circulation and leave a cold, collapsed body of one who you once were.
Sophia Stilinski wished she had been a different story, how her heart had yet to collapse. Betrayal, anger, revenge. It controlled the story and found the way to leave her tied to the roots of a tree that was born to burn with the man who she knew as her adopted father tied to the wooden beam.
a flash of light over took their eyes and now her feet stood on flooring, surrounded by others in a similar room to a cinema
"Fi-Fi" it was the sound of her brother, Stiles Stilinski, who darted towards the witch and held her in his arms "You're okay, please tell me you are okay?"
Sophia relaxed into the touch of him, the grace of a smile lit upon her lips "i'm okay, really" she pulled back, staring at the room "what is this?"
"Who knows nor cares" the voice of Allison Argent reached her ears, the girl's arm wrapped around her best friend in fear of once more, her vanishing. "as long as it meant you were safe from that bitch"
"Sophia" Derek breath wore heavy, his step shot forth but in that same action she insured his touch never met her.
"Stay away from me."
"Where the bloody hell are we?" the voice pierced attention, but what caught the witches attention was not the voice but the girl who wore her face and she was not the only one to notice
"Katherine?" the doppelganger stood weary, meeting similar eyes.
Sophia's eyebrows furrowed, "no, but I am assuming you are Elena Gilbert."
