It has been five years of this torture, five years of not having an escape, five years of being utterly hopeless, the only escape was at night, if i were lucky enough to fall asleep, i would dream of her...of my Cami she would look at me with those beautiful green eyes of hers, she would comfort me, take my hand and tell me i would be alright and that i'm strong enough to get through this. „i'm here." She would say. „I'm here and i love you, never forget that." That was the only time i found some resemblance of peace in this dark place.
But one night, while i was suffering from the effect of PT's blade...i screamed her name.
„Camille?! Camille?!"
„I'm here." I through i heard her respond.
But then i actually saw her, my angel, my Cami, my love, my soulmate Cami was sitting right next to me smiling.
„Did you miss me?" she asked.
I couldn't believe my eyes „No, you're an illusion!" I scream „You're not real."
„Sometimes illusions are better than truth." She replies.
„Cami? Is that really you? I whisper softly, still not believing my eyes. „Are you really here?"
„Of course i am. Where else would i be? I'll always be by your side Klaus Mikaelson, always and forever." I smile at that and suddenly the pain is much more tolerable. I don't want to die anymore.
Cami got down on her knees and kissed me and i knew then that my angel rescued me from this hell, she was one of the few people who could do that.
My angel.
My Cami.
„Does this feel real?" she asked when we broke apart from the kiss.
And it did feel real, more real than anything else i have felt in the last five years.