Hello~ This is my first fanfiction, so yeah... Reviews are much appreciated! :)
Disclaimer: I neither own The Originals nor its characters.
"Why?" Tears stream down his tense face. How many times has he asked himself this very question?
Niklaus is standing in the middle of his room which is lit by the crescent moon, the only source of light. The shadows seem to come to life and comfort the damaged man as he closes his teary eyes and tightens his jaw, swallowing the pain he holds in his broken heart. It is true that Niklaus is technically dead, however, the pain makes him feel more alive than he ever had been when he was just a mortal.
While he slowly walks towards the open window, he picks up his glass of alcohol from the table. There are four chairs at the table and imagining his favourite siblings each sitting on their assigned chair, Niklaus smiles sourly, sending one of the chairs flying towards a wall where a delicate shadow dances its way to another shadowy wall.
The sorrowful man takes a sip from the glass of Bourbon. The ice cubes in his glass have already melted causing the alcohol to lose its burning sensation in his throat. The universe seems to feel this man's misery, for it sent a shooting star towards the lost hybrid.
"Make a wish," he whispers bitterly to himself. Niklaus sighs.
He pours himself another glass of Bourbon.
"Always and forever," he says sarcastically before he drinks his last glass and lets the darkness of the night consume his vivid thoughts.