Love is a weakness

by Entirely Torn

' She was his. At night, as she laid cozily in his embrace, pulled against his bare chest, he'd murmur it in her ear. Every morning, he'd refer to her as "my Caroline". Every look, every gaze, every touch screamed mine mine mine mine. ' Klaroline small oneshots and drabbles, requested or random. Rated M for some ones, but not everything.

1. Foreign Feelings

Love is a weakness will not be a multi-chaptered fic,
This will be a collection of small oneshots and drabbles which I write
but are too short to actually be a real oneshot.
Every "chapter" will be a new story,
and when this isn't the case this will be clearly noted.

Angst, character's death.

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Slowly, the words that were spoken sank in. The poison spread through his body, causing him to feel something he thought he had lost a thousand years ago.

She was dead. Her ivory skin had turned grey and her light was extinguished, leaving him with nothing but pain and grief. As a lost man in search for his soul he looked down at his hands like they weren't his. The mirror on the wall in front of him showed an expression he wasn't familiar with.

He had no other feelings than hate, or so he'd like to think, to make his existence any better. To make him feel strong. So why did the man in the mirror show an emotion that was fairly foreign to him?

Love is a weakness, he said to himself. However, the feeling that captured him and ran through his veins didn't change a bit. Maybe it was for the best.

He knew he couldn't lie to himself. Not about her. Not about his light. Because the mental image of her lying still, her skin grey and dull as her everlasting light had left her eyes, a stake in her chest, was unbearable.

How, how could he ever find his way in the darkness if she wasn't there to be the light shining from afar, always out of his reach but causing him to have hope?

He couldn't.

And for once, he didn't scream or yell or murdered someone. For once, all he did was sit and stare at the face in the mirror, which was so familiar yet so foreign. There was nothing he could do, nothing he could say to make it better.

And he knew he could never love again. He could never care. The loss of his light made the darkness even darker than it had been before, pulling him back into a place where there were no feelings but hatred.

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This one is actually really short, and most of them will be longer, actually. However the real long ones, I will post as a oneshot.

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