*American Gothic*
A drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain
As I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most
'Cause you are my heaven
I don't wanna waste the weekend
If you don't love me
Pretend
A few more hours then it's time to go
It was a beautiful day in a Pennsylvania alleyway, as they stood in front of each other.
"I was doing what I had to to survive," she defended, being told by Elijah that he knew that she had lied to him.
"Is that what I am to you? A means of survival?" he accused.
"No. Of course, you're not a means of survival." She rested a hand on the side of his face. "You looked out for me, when I had no one. You've given me a second chance now, when no one else will. I love you. Elijah."
He turned his head away.
She put her hand down.
"You don't believe me," she realized.
He looked at her.
"I want to. It's my disease. I just keep wanting to believe you, but how can I when, at every turn, you give me a reason to doubt you? I don't know you. I don't think I ever will."
He began to walk away.
She caught up to him and put a hand on his arm.
"Wait."
He stopped and looked at her, before looking at her hand, and then her again.
She let go, getting the hint.
"Goodbye, Katherine," he said.
She could only watch, as he walked away, knowing she'd lost his trust.
*American Gothic-Mikaelson Mansion*
As my train rolls down the east coast
I wonder how you keep warm
It's too late to cry
Too broken to move on
And still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need from me
It's just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain
As I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most
