Dear Annie,
All these letters and I'm still mourning you. The world really fucked you over for that. Everyday I've been visiting your grave and writing these letters, not really knowing where to put them. I miss us drinking and painting or just spending the day at my place laughing at God knows what. New Orleans really hasn't been the same without you, Annie Smith. You were mundane who became the life of every party.
Yours Truly,
Niklaus M.
YOU ARE READING
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
