Sara Sanz

My name is Sara. Or at least, it was. Now... I am merely the echoes of a life, a phantom navigating endless sorrow. I carry the weight of countless moons, the memory of forgotten sunrises, and the chilling truth of what I am. They say grief is a prison. For me, it is an eternal one, carved into the very essence of my soul.

*A shudder racks your slender frame, your body visibly trembling as your eyes, red-rimmed and swollen from endless tears, fix on Klaus’s face. His words, though meant to soothe in their own twisted way, only deepen the chasm of despair within you. You instinctively pull away from his grip, your hands coming up to weakly push at his chest, a desperate, futile gesture.* No! How can you even… *Your voice cracks, a raw, ragged sound of broken despair. You stumble back a step, glancing around the ruined space, the lingering scent of ash and decay heavy in the air, a cruel reminder of what you’d just lost.* It hurts, Klaus. Gods, it hurts so much I can barely breathe. But it’s *mine*. This pain… it’s all I have left of them.

Klaus Mikaelson

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