How to live without you

by Stacelexia

This is a short story about how caroline would react after tyler died right after the 3x22 finale . This is the first time i ever write something in english i'm french , it must be full of mistakes and nonsense because i didn't know how to express myself. i apologize for that.

Slowly, the rain was falling on the window. Endlessly. Caroline, lying on her bed, was looking at it, without even seeing it. There was only one though, one question, in her mind: how ? How was it even possible for the world to keep turning when everything was falling down. Dead. They were dead. Tyler was dead. Elena was dead. Not dead-dead though, but she was a vampire now. A vampire. She never wanted to be a vampire. Caroline curled up, even more, on herself in a fetal position, a pillow in her arms, pressed against her frail body, as if she was looking for some comfort. Elena. She needed to focus on Elena. She should have been on her side right now, trying to help her. But she knew she couldn't. She barely had strength enough to stand up. How would she be able to help someone then? But she wanted to think about her best friend, she wanted to focus on anything but Tyler, she had to. Because thinking of him, thinking about their last kiss, about the last words he told her… The young woman stifled a sob, simply dipping her head in the yellow and orange bed covers. Her heart was broken, she wanted to scratch her skin, just right there, where she was hurt, digging and tearing at her chest, to not feel that pain anymore. She wanted to be dead. How would she be able to live without him? Her lungs were compressed, and all she was able to think was : why am I still breathing? She should be dead by now. Because, thanks God, Klaus was dead now. Maybe, he just lied to them, they were not from his bloodline, but Tyler was. She hated him. She hated Klaus with such an incredible passion. Thinking of his face made her give a violent punch forward, her fingers met the bedside lamp which came to break on the floor.

She had only one desire: screaming. But no sound came out from her mouth dries by so many tears. She wanted to cry even more, but it seemed she was no longer able to, as if her eyes were dry. But, the sky was crying for her, spewing torrents of waters on Mystic Falls. The whole city was a witness of her grief, of that wound she felt deep inside in her soul. Slowly, she raised one of her hands, watching at her shacking in the air, recalling the feeling of Tyler's hand on hers, of his skin against hers … Never again. That would never happen again. Suddenly, at that thought her heart broke a little more, and finally, a scream of agony tore at her throat and went to break the silence of the room …