I'm trying to get back into writing, so I wrote this very short oneshot. It's Forwood (kinda) with heavy Klaroline undertone.
Review if you like ;o)
It's dark outside, and the curtains are closed, but Caroline can hear the first drop of rain hitting the pavement.
Something is different. She can't quite put her finger on it.
Ok, to be honest, she can. And it's not Tyler. It's her, entirely. Their reunion had been lovely, it had been everything she hoped it would be.
And yet something is missing. There's a feeling of emptiness that she can't shake off, no matter how hard she tries.
Obviously, the death of one of her best friend could be a valid reason to that feeling. But it doesn't really feel like it, as Bonnie is technically still around, and they can communicate through Jeremy. She knows they are working on a way to bring her back.
No one really stays dead in Mystic Falls...No one really just stays either.
She turns around, leaving Tyler's warmth. She lies on her side, listening to the soothing sound of the raindrops hitting the window, and she wonders.
She wonders what the weather is like in New Orleans.