#delirusx

      Virginia, the place now known as Mystic Falls; which at one point had been what she'd come to call home, though that reality had been abandoned decades—centuries ago. Life as a human knew not of the complexities the life of present day bore; the continuous inner battling of a growing obscurity and remnants of a previous life's light; it fell nothing short of mentally exhausting. But her somehow still vivid memories were and would always remain to exist as her grasp on humanity, something which felt was drastically slipping through spaces amidst digits with each passing second. How does one hold onto something which feels as if it's a violation to what you've become?