Hello my friends. Thank you so much for indulging me. I keep getting these feelings and chapters are born.
Thank you to my lovely Beta Kae A for her help.
A special thank you to Backgroundmusicisunderrated for the most blush inducing review. I cheesed like a fool for a bit.
I didn't know this story would turn out to be poetry and the way it's going is from points of view. This chapter is told by Caroline.
with love,
K
When I sleep every night,
what am I called or not called?
And when I wake, who am I
if I was not while I slept?
Pablo Neruda
He doesn't know
How can he?
He has lived a different life
More than 1000 years
But he doesn't know
Really, how can he?
He's never been a victim of sacrifice
He's never had to give himself up
For someone else
He doesn't know what it's like to repress
Because everything about him is blatant
On display
He has no shame in letting it shine
His wrath
Love
Insecurities
desires
She envies that
Strength has always been in him
It's never been doubted, squashed
He's never been abused
Terrorized
Brutalized
Smothered
raped
He doesn't know what it's like
When you go from a 17 year old cheerleader
Who no one chose
To an undead immortal
Made for sacrifice
He doesn't know
Because
One day he sauntered in
And…
Told her about the world
Gave her dreams
Offered her everything
Asked for nothing
Just for her to follow
Then
YOU ARE READING
Penumbra
FanfictionIn the midst of a losing war, Klaus' child fights for its life, Caroline has moved on, and a mysterious figure steps up.
