He'd been told more than once to be careful what he wished for, but wishing for someone else to get exactly what they wanted out of life didn't seem like that dangerous of a wish. If only he'd known before what that would mean for him - for them. It had been his idea for them to separate, to take a break of sorts, if only to protect her from his brother, and it had been his idea for her to go across the seas where he'd spent the last part of his human life.

All he wished for was for her to be happy, and he'd expected her to live out her eternal existence that way. What he hadn't expected was what happened when he found her centuries later.

It wasn't abnormal for Elijah to travel through the area he'd lived and died in, and it certainly wasn't the first time he'd visited the land known to the English as Virginia, but it was the first time he'd been there when more than just refugee witches populated the area - and the first time he'd seen his Mary since they'd separated. Seeing her again should have him leaping for joy, at least metaphorically, or at least put a smile on his face - it had been centuries since he'd last seen the woman he loved more than his own undead existence - but instead, it pained him.

This was his Mary, his love, and she certainly didn't belong to her monstrous husband-to-be. If he were to ask Niklaus, he'd have no reason to hate, or even dislike the hunter who found the cure for Mary, but his opinions were not to be decided by his brother. He met the man once, the Giuseppe Salvatore that the woman he thought would only love him seemed so happy with, and he wasn't particularly impressed.

"Mary, who is our guest?"

At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Elijah immediately put at least three more feet between himself and his now engaged ex-love. If he was going to allow her to be happy, he couldn't continue to put all of his attention toward her; he'd have to move on, no matter how much he detested the thought.

"Giuseppe, this is Elijah; he's an old friend of mine and was on his way through the area."

Even as she spoke to the man she was giving her life to, her blue eyes never left the Original's, and it was something that didn't go unnoticed. "If he's only passing through, then we should let him do so, shouldn't we, Love?"

The memory of that day made him clench his hands into fists at his sides. What gave this mere human the privilege of addressing his Mary in such a way? She was no one's Love but his own, and he'd had every intention of walking into the wedding and saying just that until he saw the happiness in her sparkling blue eyes.

This is what you wanted, Elijah reminded himself. This is what you wished for. This was what he'd wished for - for his Mary to be happy, for her to be able to raise a human family as she'd always wanted to, for her to be safe and far away from his brother.

He should have been careful what he'd wished for.