*American Gothic*
You shout it loud
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud
Not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
I'm bullet proof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochets, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down, but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
It was a beautiful day, as she stood in front of him in an alleyway in Pennsylvania.
"Is that what I am to you? A means of survival?" he questioned and accused.
"No. Of course, you're not a means of survival. You looked out for me, when I had no one. You've given me a second chance now, when no one else will. I love you." She rested a hand on the side of his face. "Elijah."
He turned his face away.
"You don't believe me." She put her hand down.
He looked at her.
"I want to. It's my disease. I just keep wanting to believe you, but how can I when, at every turn, you give me a reason to doubt you. I don't know you. I don't think I ever will."
He turned around and began to walk away from her.
She stood there for a moment, before catching up with him and putting a hand on his arm, making him stop.
"Wait," she said.
He looked at her hand that was on his arm, her, then her hand again, and then her again.
She got the hint and let go.
"Goodbye, Katherine."
She could only watch, as he left her there, alone.
That night, she met up with him on a sidewalk, when he was on his way to go find his car so he could leave town.
He tried to pass, but she stood in front of him.
"Wait."
"What do you want?" he questioned in a tone that said that he didn't want to talk to her right now. He was irritated with her and frustrated. He didn't know what to think right now about her intentions.
"To tell you that you're right. I've spent so much time running and lying just to survive that I—I'm starting to believe my own lies. I don't even remember who I was when we first met. And I want to find out." She took out a box from her purse.
"You have the cure," he realized.
"Yes. And I can shove this down Klaus' throat and try to kill him, but even if I managed to do it, I'd lose you. And I don't want that to happen." She set the vial of the cure in his hand. "I want you to trust me. I need you to trust me. Just like I'm trusting you. You don't owe me anything. I'm going to let you decide where we go from here."
