*American Gothic*
If you had a choice
Then what would you choose...
To do
I could live without money
I could live without the pain
And if every day was sunny
I could live without the rain
And if I ever went up to heaven
I would fall right back down
That life wouldn't be liven
'Cause you're the one
I couldn't live without
It was a beautiful day, as they stood in front of each other in a Pennsylvania alleyway.
"Is that what I am to you? A means of survival?" he 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.
She put her hand down.
"You don't believe me."
"I want to," he replied, looking at her. "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 began to walk away, but she caught up with him and put a hand on his arm. He looked at her hand on her arm and then her a couple of times.
Getting the hint, she let go.
"Goodbye, Katherine."
She could only watch, as he walked away.
If I couldn't blink
Woulda still be able to see you
I coulda imagine
Ooohh
Without arms
Coulda reach
No way I could ever hold you
Uaahhh
I need these things
Like I need you
If you had a choice
What would you choose?
Katherine found him that night and stood in front of him, blocking him from going anywhere.
"Wait."
"What do you want?" he asked.
"To tell you that you're right. I've spent so much time running and lying just to survive, 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."
"How do I know this isn't another lie? Katherine Pierce deceiving yet another man?"
"Because I meant what I said about my feelings for you. And I'd like to think that you feel something for me too." She took out the cure.
