As always, I don't own the characters.
Klaus stares out the airplane window, watching as Virginia slowly disappears from sight. He pulls down the shade and leans his head back, stretching his legs and settling into his seat. He blocks out the noise of the passengers, crying babies and the squabbling couple who may have had one too many drinks at the airport bar. He closes his eyes and concentrates on his breathing.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
He pictures her. Caroline in her graduation gown smiling at him. And it was a real smile. Not a compulsory smile because he saved her life, but one of genuine feeling. There was real pleasure behind it. The smile traveled to her eyes, adding light and softness there. He still holds the giddiness of it, still holds the thought that maybe; just maybe, she was coming around to his way of thinking.
Judging by the empty seat next to him, she wasn't quite there yet. He plays back the moment when he told her he wanted her to love him; that he would wait forever for her if need be. He cringes at the memory. He came off desperate, he knows, but at the time he wanted to make his intentions clear. He didn't want her thinking that he was abandoning his pursuit just because he was leaving Mystic Falls. He wanted her to know that even though he was giving her Tyler he wasn't letting go of the idea of them, the hope that one day there would be a "them" to hold on to.
He smiles at the memory of kissing her. A chaste kiss on the cheek, but one that thrilled him nevertheless. He did it quickly, fearing that she would push him away if she knew what he was about to do. It took her by surprise, he knows. He felt her tense at his touch, at the speed at which he leaned in.
He wanted to extend that kiss. He wanted it to travel to her neck, her lips, everywhere. He shakes his head. Best not to let his imagination wander. It wouldn't do any good especially now that he was leaving her behind.
Klaus opens his eyes and stares at the empty seat next to him.
No. It wasn't any good at all.