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The feeling of being alive is something Caroline can't remember. She can't recall how it felt to crave hamburgers or have a less heightened sense of emotion or even how it felt to have a heartbeat. She remembers all of these things being true but the feeling of them is lost to those years being overridden with everything that comes with a new state of being. And she can't quite figure out if she's sad about it.
The closest she gets is that moment of stepping out of the show, the vulnerability of nakedness and the rush of the temperature of her dead body to change for even just a second. Caroline isn't a stranger to feeling vulnerable – both physically and emotionally – but this feeling is no innately human and almost makes her feel young that it honestly kind of freaks her out. An inconvenient time and frequency to be having a mini humanity/vampirism crisis. Or maybe crisis isn’t the best word for it – she really needs to take another creativity writing course – or maybe something to do with philosophy.