+ soullesssavior
{ Her memory of him was faint in the state she was in, but every so often, when her eyes fluttered shut for a moment of peace and quiet, of rest - she would think of him. Would be reminded of the close friendship she once cherished. Marcel would have punished her had he known that she considered him an ally. But Damon Salvatore meant more to her than he could ever know. She had loved him, in some respects. Hated him, in others. But like everyone else who had claimed to love her in return he had left. Abandoned her at a time when she truly [ n e e d e d ] him. Instead, Marcel sat beside her, fingertips laced together, faint words of comfort surpassing his lips. She had briefly lost trust in him, had given up on him, but he was present. He was physically there. To watch as the ritual that had her best friend slaughtered, rip her apart from the inside - out. She felt as though her stomach was heavy, as if she had eaten too much pudding, that was just the beginning. Slowly, her throat began to fill and before she could do anything an endless stream of dirt was flowing from her purple-stained lips. } ❝I-I don't want to die, Marcel. I just want this to stop, Please, help me. Make it stop.❞ { The young witch whispered, wiping the remnants of mud from her cheeks. }
