Dear Klaus,
You pretend to act carelessly of my death. You act as if I was nothing but a lost cause. You and I both know that is not true in our state.
Deep down, you feel me. You feel me clenching your heart as it begs for release, you can't escape me living in your midnight terrors, you can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin as you feel a sudden cold walk past you.
We're just having fun Klaus, don't take everything so seriously. Show me your pretty smile that I loved. Keep smiling even if your face hurts. Do it for me please, I know you like to hear me beg.
Maybe I should've begged you to spare my life, but it probably would've only just turned you on.
Love, Ophelia