"For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice" - John Burroughs
He watches her from the distance. Like he always does. He makes sure she never notices his presence, because that's the last thing he wants. But it's the only thing he dreams of.
She doesn't let him see that she knows. She first became suspicious in Paris. She smelled him, and that's what gave him away. At first she thought she must've gone mad, but then she saw the curls. The one that her hands had run through millions of times before. Before it all happened.
He follows her, like he always does. He follows her out of the first bar, into the second. And the third. And the fourth. Until finally, she heads to her new temporary home. Why she had so many drinks, he doesn't know and he could care less. Caroline had always been a strong drinker, he should knows. He smirks at the thought.
He goes back in time through his memories, thinking back to the pathetic town he's left behind. The town he and his Caroline has left behind. The friends, the family, the homes, everything. Friends. He furrows his brows at the thought, were they really Caroline's friend? From what he remembers of the doppëlganger, the blonde human boy his sister still fancies, the Bennett witch, and those Salvatore brothers, they barely cared about Caroline. It was always about the Petrova clone's dramas that occupied all her so called friends time. And they never saw her like he saw her. He could see it in their eyes, to them Caroline was small and fragile, still much like the human Caroline he's heard so much about. They didn't see her for what she truly was. Strong, beautiful, powerful.
She watches him too, like she always does. From her windowsill, she could see him all deep in thought. She wonders at what it is that he's so preoccupied about. She smiles a little smile, just because she knows he's thinking about her. It's common knowledge to anyone who even remotely knows Klaus and Caroline (fake friends included), that he's always thinking of her. It's nice to feel wanted, she thinks. After all those times where she wasn't.
He snaps out of his thoughts and looks at her, trying to engrave their latest... call it what you will- encounter, in his mind because he knows it'll be a long before he sees her again. Before he can watch and follow her from a far again. When he thinks he's gotten his fill of his blonde sweetheart, he turns and leaves.
She doesn't follow him, just like she's never followed him before. It's too complicated. It's not the right time. Too soon. Not like this. She tells herself all these things to make herself feel better. She looks out at her window, into the lonely street one last time. Her eyes stopping at the spot were Klaus was just a couple of moments ago. She cries a little, and her tiny smile falters. She misses him so much.
"Goodnight Caroline," he whispers just before he's out of vampire hearing distance.
She hears him, just like she always does. And she smiles again through her tears.
A/N: First drabble, and still working with my writing skills. It's all meant be very vague, so it's up to you and your imagination what happened before (and even after). My writing skills aren't amazing, but i'll get better with time... Hopefully. Feedback is greatly appreciated 'cuz we all know I need it.
