Imagine #23 part 2
Enzo thought he could be happy without your smile everyday, your light kiss on his lips, and the way you laughed at one of his stupid jokes. The more time he had with himself, the more time he had to think of every single thing you did that he loved and it drove him insane. He thought about killing himself, taking his life to be with you but he knew you would be upset with him.
Day after day, night after night, Enzo left himself with the same question every night. What if someone could bring you back? Enzo had asked Bonnie if there was any possible way of bringing you back to life but the answer was always no. He spent months, travelling around, asking the witches he knew if they had any idea and all their answers were no. All of them had the same answer until Enzo found an older witch,
"Please, I beg of you. Please help me."
Enzo begged the old witch to help him. He offered her protection in Mystic Falls, he even offered his life but she refused,
"Lorenzo, are you sure this girl loves you?"
Enzo didn't have to think very hard,
"Of course she did!"
The old witch was still not satisfied,
"In order to bring her back, your love connection has to be strong enough to pull her into our world again, so I'm asking you this again. Does she love you?"
Enzo was sure, he had to be sure, he had no choice,
"Yes."
The old witch took a deep breath before answering,
"In order for this to work, I need you to take me to her body."
Enzo had found his solution to his problem, maybe.
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Enzo had brought the witch to your casket, he hadn't buried it since he still had hope for you. The witch opened the wooden casket to reveal your cold, lifeless body. His heart sank at the sight of you, it had been around a year already. He made sure he kept your body intact long enough so he really wouldn't have to say goodbye. The witch snatched Enzo's hand and lifted your limp one. She sliced your palm, no blood came out and she glared at Enzo,
"How long has she been dead for?"
Enzo gulped,
"Maybe a year?"
The witch mumbled incoherent words before doing a spell that started making your blood flow again. Then she took Enzo's hand, slicing his palm and making him join his hand with yours. He did it willingly and the witch started,
"Revertere in amante,"
The candles started to flicker, then erupted in big flames,
"Pero la muerte sigue cuando el amor muere primero."
The witch opened her eyes and waited a few seconds until you gasped and shot up, air filling your lungs.
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"Enzo?"
You looked at your surroundings, blood in your palm, sitting in a casket with an old witch lady and Enzo,
"Yes?"
How?
"How did you know I was on the other side? How did you know that I was a werewo-"
He embraced you,
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that it worked and your back with me."
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It's been 32 years since Enzo brought you back from the dead, you had triggered your curse, loved Enzo more and more but the worst part was you aging. You never wanted to become a vampire and you never will, although when you see the difficulty of being with Enzo you fear that it won't work out anymore. He stays looking the same age while you grow older, it was depressing to think that maybe this was it for your romance.
While thinking these thoughts, Enzo was sitting right beside you,
"Enzo?"
He turned to you and smiled,
"Yes gorgeous?"
You sighed in despair,
"We can't do this anymore. I'm getting older and you're staying young. I don't think I can love you anymore."
With those words, you never thought you would be taking your last breath. Your heart stopped, maybe it was a broken heart, maybe it was health issues but it wasn't either of them, it was the spell.
Return to your lover,
But death follows when love dies first.
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I'm sorry for ending it like this
Please don't kill me
I wonder if any of you actually looked up those latin words and knew what was going to happen before the end...
If you did that then...
I don't blame you cause I would've done that too
Love you awesome nerds
~Nickel
