Neela was sitting on a swing. She needed a place to think and the empty park seemed like a good idea. Truth be told, since Klaus' rescue, she didn't have the time to stop and think because there was too much to take care of. She rescued Klaus and they stayed in New Orleans for a couple days. Just a couple weeks ago, the witch was crying herself to sleep over the Original, thinking he had stood her up and didn't want to see her again. Just a couple weeks ago, she was determined to stay in Mystic Falls but after what happened, she wasn't sure she wanted to anymore. She was considering leaving with Klaus and following him wherever he would go. It was a huge decision to make and the witch wasn't sure she could do it. After all, she'd just met Klaus recently. She didn't know him that well... She didn't know him well... She didn't... The witch noticed that it had started to rain and lifted her head to look at the sky. Could it be that the goddess Hecate listened to her pleas? Could it be because her heart was synching with Mother Nature?
Maybe...
Truth be told, the witch was feeling all types of ways. She was not afraid of leaving Mystic Falls, mostly because she had already left her older places. She had always moved around and rarely stayed more than 5 years in the same place so why was she so upset? What if she left Mystic Falls and followed Klaus only for him to break her heart? What if she thought he was a friend only for him to betray her? What if he made her fall in love with him only to reject her? truth be told, Neela was scared because, for the first time since she was cursed, she was about to leave for someone else...With someone else. Her fingers clung to the metal chains of the swing and closed her eyes so it wouldn't rain in her eyes. Those worries were to be expected, after all, it was Klaus. He was chaotic and so was she. They were hurting and because they were, they lashed out at others. Klaus was vicious in his attacks, his words cut deep but the witch could handle herself. She could handle that pain. Couldn't she? Couldn't she? Wouldn't she? She knew she was falling in love with Klaus Mikaelson and it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. It was true. It was raw. It was painful. It was beautiful.
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