New Orleans is a vicious place and your enemies are everywhere. Behind your back, before your eyes, There is beauty in the courage of the fragile fighter. Those that persevere, despite all they have been through, those who still believe there is good in the world, as dark things we often find we need that light the most. If I tell you who I really am and you refuse to believe me then I can hardly be blamed for your disappointment, in every moment a choice exists. We can cling to the past or embrace the inevitability of change and allow a brighter future to unfold before us. Such an uncertain future may call for even more uncertain allies. Either way, a new day is coming whether we like it or not. The question is will you control it, or will it control you?
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You Shall Be Mine. (Klaus Mikaelson)
FanfictionThey say the passage of time will heal all wounds, but the greater the loss, the deeper the cut and the more difficult the process to become whole again. The pain may fade, but scars serve as a reminder of our suffering and make the bearer all the m...
