The Time Between | Klena

Elena Gilbert has always been a damsel in distress. But what happens when a finicky spell launches her a few too many centuries into the past?

Will she fall?

Or will she rise?

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Dear Diary,
it's been too long. I must admit journaling becomes difficult when you're running from yourself. Now I see, I owe it to myself. I must confess I fell in love. I thought I had known it before. I once believed it grew in the warmth of Stefan's embrace, thought it lingered in the way Damon's gaze yearned for mine. But now I know that wasn't love. It was lust, infatuation.

Love consumes you. It leaves no stone of your mind unturned. It's the air you breathe when they are near. It the cold that ices your veins when they are not. It is the pull that brings you to your knees for them even when you are cross. It is the way your heart beats when they smile. It is hope and fear. And you do not get a say in who-- or how, or even when.

It finds you, when you are not looking and steals something you may never get back.

I never wondered how it was that Belle could love a beast.

It should have come as no surprise when my heart, too began to march for a man within a beast.