Dear Annie,
Remember how we met? I was at Rousseau's talking to Camille when you approached me, asking for a lighter with a cigarette in your mouth. I snatched it away and instead asked you to drink. We both didn't know that wouldn't be the last of the memories we made together in such a short amount of time. From that day on, I needed you. You were my only friend who dedicated their time for me. Little did we know that would've been your downfall.
Yours Truly,
Niklaus M.
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Yours Truly,| K. MIKAELSON
FantasyIn which Klaus Mikaelson began to write letters to his deceased best friend. [Klaus Mikaelson x oc] motherjupiter © 2019 STARTED: July 16, 2019 COMPLETED:September 1, 2019
