My Cure

"His stare returned to my awaiting eyes. Every time we made eye-contact, it felt like there were sparks flying and hearts throwing themselves wildly against our chests. But now as we made eye-contact, it seemed like he was saving me, like he was the hand that guided me out from my own personal hell. He was the life boat, I was trapped on the sinking Titanic. He was the extinguisher, I was the raging, burning fires. He was Edward, I was Bella. He was Klaus, I was Caroline. He somehow found the key to my survival and then my happiness. He stayed with depressed, pained, little old me when he could get any girl in the world to fall in love with him.

And all for what?

Because he loved me. And that was exactly what. He loved me, and that fact alone was why I could unleash everything about myself upon him. I felt safe to tell him every single detail that built up my existence, whether big or small. He deserved to know everything and so I would inevitably and willingly tell him everything and he would be the only one. Because I loved him.

Maybe I was right and wrong earlier. I did fall without realizing it. But not off of a ledge to plummet towards my death. Not to shatter into a million fragments. I fell for him, and I was still falling now. Towards him.

The big-bad, Alpha werewolf who managed to cure me."