FIFTEEN YEARS OLD , no blood on your hands , you still believe that love has no casualties , that daisy petals can provide answers about a heart’s intentions .
THREE YEARS LATER , and you can’t clean the blood out from under your fingernails , you’ve stopped asking the flowers if he loves you , you know he doesn’t .
NINETEEN YEARS OLD , no blood on your hands , just burns , from trying to love the sun but you no longer need the warmth . you love yourself ,and it is finally enough .
independent + semi-selective caroline forbes of the vampire diaries , the originals , and legacies . further adapted for multiple crossover / au verses .
