The witch thought she could handle living life on her own. While the first years she managed to do so, solitude quickly took a toll on her. She craved company. She craved being touched, being talked to, being hugged... she craved each and every little sign of affection and thus for 800 years.
The witch thought she could handle living life on her own, but from the minute she met Klaus and started to bond with the hybrid, she realized that she couldn't. All those centuries spent trying to keep people at bay and failing to do so. All those centuries spent losing friendships to either death or betrayals.. all those centuries keeping away from feelings finally caught up with her. She needed a contact. She needed to be seen and talked to. She needed contact....She needed him.
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