This is my first shot in writing. I thought to write a short Klaroline and this is just the beginning. By the way, thank you to the anon that informed me of the matter of the format, the chapters clearly needed that and this is the edited part. Reviews are always welcome and I'm always up to ideas and suggestions on the story along with informing me of my mistakes.

A dream is a » wish « your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you [lose] your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep ©

A dream is a wish you make ~ Cinderella

The darkness surrounded her, her blue gaze and golden curls the only thing that was clear in the dark room and before she knew she was spinning around in circles, looking for anything or anyone to tell her where she was. She was obviously lost and it was clear in her blue wide eyes. It was also clear that she was scared, fear was shining in her ovals and drops of sweat were forming on her forehead. She listened to the rhythm of her heartbeat, which was the only sound around her, filling the awkward silence. Then and suddenly she hit what felt like a wall.

She looked up and in that second candles appeared everywhere around, bringing light to the bitch dark room, and her eyes met another beautiful pair then she noticed that she was in his arm…the arms of the big bad hybrid. He smiled at her, the small change in face was the meaning of charm and then he leaned down as if to kiss her, but she didn't feel his lips against hers.

Her eyes snapped open and Caroline found herself sitting in bed, gasping for air, clothes sticking to her body from all the sweat, and her heartbeat was fast, almost as fast as it was in that room. She breathed deeply before she dropped her body back, her golden curls landing on the white pillow, while she tried to collect her thoughts. It was a nightmare...or was it a dream? She didn't know for sure, but she knew that something was wrong.

This wasn't the first time and not the second, she was having the same dream for almost two weeks -since that night everything went wild- and she didn't know what to think. Letting a sigh leave her lips, she pushed the creamy duvet of her body and shifted to drop her legs of the side of the bed, sitting there for a while before she got up and made her way to the bathroom with small steady steps.

She had to shower, wash the sweat of her soft -now glistering- skin. She stripped of her wet clothes, turned on the water and stepped under it, careless to whether it was cold or hot, all she cared about was that weird dream, and all the time through her shower, images of it flashed through her mind. It was as if she was living through the dream all over again.

Even though she got out of the shower, dried herself and got dressed, she was still lost to reality...Until her eyes caught something just out of her room, right beside the door. It was a familiar figure, one she grew to know over the time he spent in Mystic Falls and when she blinked, trying to process what she was seeing, he was gone, as if he was merely another dream.

She was clearly going crazy, that person was dead, and the evidence of it was the death of her love. She brushed both her hands through her wet golden hair, making her way down the stairs to the kitchen, aiming for a cup of coffee that she wished and hoped was her wake up call and the rope to hold her in the living land at least for the rest of the day.

Something short that I hope you enjoyed. Reviews and suggestions are welcome, I'm also always reachable on my twitter account CarolineAteMyUN