Hey Guys! Just a little Drabble, one shot that I thought of. It could be turned into a story, depends on how you guys react :)
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It was in a bar.
Loud music blaring over the speakers of the heated room, mixing into the steady beat of dishes and glasses, cat calls and whistles. A single fan spun furiously spurting out the only source of ventilation in The Grill.
Caroline remembered the way he had sat beside her, his perfect dirty brown curls, shining blue eyes that glinted with attraction as he seductively enticed her with that delectable accent to let him by her a drink. "I dare you" He had said, showing a playful smirk on his full, raspberry tinged lips.
Caroline feels hollowness in her stomach as she recounts the memory, while folding a beautiful chiffon dress that he had bought for her, because, Klaus said, it brought out the deep blue in her eyes.
Caroline, entranced, had agreed without hesitation, and she and Klaus talked late into the night. Playful banter had lead to deeper conversation, and they found an instant connection.
Caroline admired how this beautiful man loved art, wanted to travel, just like her. And she blushed when he stared into her eyes, and said that he had found "genuine beauty."
How he would always make her heart melt. She would do anything to receive one of Klaus' true smiles, lips turned up in joy, eyes shining with happiness. Oh how she wished to see him like that now.
Caroline glanced at the clock. He would be home soon.
They moved in together within a year, having completely fallen in love. Their little apartment over the graffiti-covered walls in New York did not stop their excitement. They were full of hopes, dreams for the future, and they knew that as long as they had each other, they didn't need anything else.
A tear slips down from Caroline's watery eyes, and trails down to the curve of her delicate chin.
She held back a sob as she spotted a picture of Klaus and her together, hands interlocked, laughing, carefree. She folds another article of clothing and carefully places it in her pile.
As they lived together for 3 years, they had fights. But as Klaus looked at her, love evident in his eyes, it didn't matter that they had no electricity in their small apartment, or that they were barely scraping by, both jobless. They had each other.
Caroline smiled bitterly, a broken smile. They were so young, so naïve about the world, overcome with the love that they had. That beautiful passionate love that drew the deepest of pain but the happiest of joys out of them.
They had many arguments in the years, like couples do. But this was the biggest one yet. He screamed and she screamed back. They conjured a storm, glass flying everywhere, the cheap chairs that they could barely afford overturned by their fury. He left for days without coming back, while Caroline spent the time buried in the sheets that held his intoxicating scent. She would wait for him.
Caroline had always waited for him, and no matter how much she told herself she didn't, Caroline knew that her heart would always belong to him. But she had to do this, for herself, for him before they destroyed each other. She put another dress into her pile, and glanced at the picture of Klaus and her together. DON'T TAKE IT Caroline's rational mind tells her. "Because it will remind you even more of what you are loosing" But after debating with herself, Caroline's desire wins over her rationality, and she stuffs the picture her bag.
He came home with a smile; Said that he had gotten a job, good paying too, the CEO of a street art company. They laughed and cried together, anger forgotten in the moment, because while they hated so passionately, so passionately did they love too.
She laughed with joy as he bought her a television, books, and soon they moved to a spacious penthouse in upscale New York. "My love deserves the best of the best" Klaus had said proudly, as he whispered his love for her over and over again in their embrace.
"If only life had stayed like that." Caroline murmured to herself. Her heart ached with the wish to turn back time, so that they could change the past, salvage their love.
He was home, late, again. He never seemed to have time for her, anymore. His violent outbursts had been more frequent with the stress of his well-paying job. They argued first only a few times a week, but soon the screams bounced across the perfectly painted walls of their home everyday, then every few times a day. She said that she didn't need all the fancy clothes, the nice belongings. He said that he was giving her the best, and she didn't appreciate the effort.
The arguments worsened steadily. He would disappear for weeks at a time, and Caroline would cry. Cryuntil there were no more tears left in her empty soul, where she would then sit numbly, staring at nothing.
That was why she needed to leave; because this deep fire was consuming both of them, and it was destroying them. Caroline knew that they couldn't keep on living like this.
Caroline slowly zipped up the suitcase, now complete with her belongings. She regretfully stared at the fancy gifts he always bought for her. She couldn't take them with her, not if she was going to move on.
Caroline's vision blurred with tears, that finally broke out of her eyes and started pouring out. The ache in her chest grew stronger. She wanted to stay, but he was almost home, and she had to leave before he came. If she didn't, she would loose the will to go like she had many times before. Their love was epic, full of passion, but unhealthy.
Chest heaving with sorrow, Caroline wrote a quick note to Klaus, tears sliding on to the white paper. I'm sorry it said. She couldn't bring herself to write anymore.
Suddenly, Caroline heard the door click open. Caroline shot up in panic and quickly scrambled for her suitcase.
"Caroline, I'm home!"
Damn that beautiful Brittish accent.
No. She had to do this.
Caroline ran from her room to the back door of the penthouse.
"Caroline? Love, I'm sorry. I have something for you!" Klaus called back hopefully, but Caroline refused to answer.
She heard him coming, footsteps quick and precise echoing in the corridors, and it took all of her willpower to open the door and step out of their, no, his house. She waited, unable to leave so soon, and listened on the other side of the door. He would find out any moment now.
As if on queue, she heard the breaking of glass, probably her gift, as she heard him cry out.
"CAROLINE!" Klaus screamed in fury, hurt, pain, betrayal.
She had to leave. Now. Caroline sobbed uncontrollably as she ran as fast as she could to the elevator, made her way outside of the building, and signaled for a taxi. She needed to leave soon. He would go looking for her in a few minutes.
More tears fell wantonly as a taxi pulled up. She got in slowly, because she couldn't believe it was finally over. As the car started, Caroline looked back one last time through the dirty window, and allowed herself one more glance at the man who had stolen her heart. He was outside now, tears coursing down his smooth, toned face looking frantically. But she was driving away, and he couldn't stop her now.
"Goodbye, Klaus." She whispered.
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What do you guys think? Did it illustrate their dynamic enough? To angsty?
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