[ an inconvenient truth that had once been inconvenient for him, but had now become rather inconvenient for her. how many times must she slice herself open for him before she can't bleed anymore? ]
[ every piece of truth she has let slip has proven to be an inconvenience for him. he doesn't want to hear nor accept what he doesn't like. anything she says, that she simply fell from grace for him, that she felt something with him, that he made katerina smile, will simply be rejected as a piece of truth. katherine has opened herself up for this boy, countless of times, but she has never quite been able to heal herself from his cutting claws. ]
And it's still one you'll refuse to accept. [ katherine's gaze hardens. she thinks about moving off of him, giving herself some space, some air, as this is about her, not him. but this is dominance. he has always been higher than her, holier than thou, a boy who has atoned for his past crimes. but he hasn't, has he? he continues to rip a girl open and bleed her dry for his own selfishness; stefan salvatore says he cannot forgive katherine pierce, but, in truth, he cannot forgive himself. her words may cut through him more acuity than any knife could, but it is his inability to forgive himself that causes her such deep wounds. he's trapped beneath her, just like she had been for months; she wants him to feel as smothered and suffocated as she has for the last five centuries, running from klaus, running to him, running to something that feels a little familiar. ]
[ katherine piece likes playing games, but sometimes, she wants to stop. ] Lets cut to the chase. Call me a liar, Stefan.
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[ every piece of truth she has let slip has proven to be an inconvenience for him. he doesn't want to hear nor accept what he doesn't like. anything she says, that she simply fell from grace for him, that she felt something with him, that he made katerina smile, will simply be rejected as a piece of truth. katherine has opened herself up for this boy, countless of times, but she has never quite been able to heal herself from his cutting claws. ]
And it's still one you'll refuse to accept. [ katherine's gaze hardens. she thinks about moving off of him, giving herself some space, some air, as this is about her, not him. but this is dominance. he has always been higher than her, holier than thou, a boy who has atoned for his past crimes. but he hasn't, has he? he continues to rip a girl open and bleed her dry for his own selfishness; stefan salvatore says he cannot forgive katherine pierce, but, in truth, he cannot forgive himself. her words may cut through him more acuity than any knife could, but it is his inability to forgive himself that causes her such deep wounds. he's trapped beneath her, just like she had been for months; she wants him to feel as smothered and suffocated as she has for the last five centuries, running from klaus, running to him, running to something that feels a little familiar. ]
[ katherine piece likes playing games, but sometimes, she wants to stop. ] Lets cut to the chase. Call me a liar, Stefan.