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fiona

he pulls away before she even has time to register what happened, panting as if he just ran a marathon. she is at a loss for words, so bewildered at what happened (did it even happen, or is she just imagining it?)

"i'm so sorry," christian rushes. his face bleaches, stripping itself of all color, and he shoves his hands into his coat pockets. "i should have asked for your permission."

the words that fall out of her mouth are harsh. "i can't be with you. the person i love is dead, and you think it's okay to just... to kiss me at the cemetery that he died and expect for it to be okay? he's... i..."

"i get it," he shrugs, a wall building between them. "sorry."

"you aren't him."

he will never be elijah.