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❛ i love him, i always have and i always will...that's how deep about love we are talking. the kind that lasts forever, no matter how depressing it gets ❜
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Deep down, we all wanted one thing; sweet, sweet love. Everyone needs to be loved because if they are not, then what good are they for? Nothing. Charlotte believed people were born for a purpose, even if it takes them forever to figure out that purpose or calling, it has always been there, deep in their bones, that they don't even realize it.
Charlotte wasn't used to living without a purpose, without a calling. Savior complex, Angie said. The thing is, Charlotte needed to not have a purpose. She had to break out of that cycle.
She was 163 years old, for God's sake, and what? And nothing. No significant, thrilling memories, or adventures. Charlotte made a choice on her Graduation night after the love of her life walked out on her for the second time, that she would live. And by live, she meant actually do it. There was no more putting her life on the line for anyone. That was it. She was immortal, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.
And whatever else that stood for. Charlotte Bernard was no longer existing—she was living. Happy or not, she was having fun. So much fun that it was becoming addictive. She was always high on the fun to numb out the pain.
Stefan's love consumed her; body and soul, and she took a silent oath that no one or anything would ever have that power over her again. That oath only lasted through the summer before she got a call, and as usual, Charlotte jumped.
