”I don’t wanna decide things for myself, on my own. Finally, for the first time, I’m alone.”

You and Stefan broke up. Why? You thought about the question, not truly knowing the answer for god knows how long.

”Seems I’ve got a choice to make. Be my voice and I choose you to fill the void.”

He was the one who broke up with you. No fucking explanation. It was annoying. I mean, you still had to get your stuff from his house. And you hated how much you missed him. How much you loved. “Love” or “Loved”? Was it in the past tense now? Hell no.

”Ooh, tell me why, tell me why do I feel so free when I’m dead? Oh, when I’m tied on to your short leash..”

You were currently at a Mikaelson party with Katherine, to keep you from sulking over Stefan too much. You were already drunk, and Kol Mikaelson asked you to dance. How could you be interested in him, when Stefan existed? But, you were single now. So at the moment - fuck Stefan.

”Godamn, you look good in this lighting. Fill it up, fill a prescription. Feel numb, while we’re intertwining. I’m in love with both at the same time. She’ll go down while I hit it from behind. You’re the one, you’re the only one.”

”Baby girl, we could both have fun, yeah.”