it's amusing, really. ‎ ‎rebekah had always been the one who believed in beautiful, impossible things. soulmates and signs, in the kind of love that was strong enough for someone to decide to leave everything behind just to be with that person. but to kol, it couldn't be possible. how could someone give up what they've built for someone who just arrived? leave their own blood for some person who hadn't even done half of what their family had given to them? ‎ ‎but then he met you. ‎ ‎pretty little thing in this side of hell. and as our eyes met, the god almighty made his descent, and lucifer ascent. striking a deal, the sworn enemies agreed— wrote us to be star crossed in this dark, bleak life of blurry faces and cold blades. and as kol lingered— know you, hear you, see you, the thought of leaving everything behind suddenly doesn't seem so bad. ‎ ‎kol tried—he tried to pave the road so we could escape, so he could break link from his siblings and never be found with you. he didn't ask you to be like him—what he considered was to turn himself to human, so that he would be able to have a family with you, start anew, be with you to the end of our breaths. ‎ ‎but as he was doing everything he could for you, he left behind bodies, questions, and a trail of blood. and it costs him a lot, everything. because it wasn't just witches who noticed, but their monstrous father, too. so kol tried to fix it— prepared for it, told you let's leave that fated night. ‎ ‎but who would've thought we'll have the same ending as montague and capulet. worse is, he have his eyes wide open as that happened. with you dragged up to that balcony he tried to flee to, had you facing him—had him meet your eyes as klaus drive a dagger through your heart. ‎ ‎someone was screaming. a wail. and he didn't realize it was himself. and he took you in his arms, crying like a human, like a child. and that's when it burned him. a steel, cold and fast—sliding between his ribs. and he never felt relief for it, like he could breathe, knowing that he wouldn't be having to spend days without you. ‎ ‎so to say that kol was angry when he was woken is not exaggeration. it hadn't even occur to him to despise his older brother for killing you, for it was his recklessness that led us in that balcony, for he wished he had gotten to love you longer than he had to grieve you. ‎ ‎so he tried, again. this time, to move on. and he's moving on. he's doing his best, doing ruin—kept your ring in his pocket. ‎ but then he saw you, alive.