"I used to curse my immortality. Imagine spending 800 years on your own, without being able to connect with someone because of a curse? Imagine spending 800 years without being able to touch someone or to be touched by someone?
I have craved the touch of someone for so long that I cried myself to sleep. I have craved the touch of someone for so long that I welcomed the crumbs of "attention" from Elijah Mikaelson.
Imagine, sleeping in cold sheets, wishing to wrap your arms around a warm body. Crying bloody tears because your curse is torturing you. I don't wish it on my worst enemy."
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