Guess who's back?

Are you happy to see me? (Even though I wasn't really gone)

I understand this chapter is really short, but it's only the beginning, so you'll get over it.

CONTEST (sort of) – I think that Heavy in your Arms – Florence + the machine really fits KlausxElena. But I want to hear your opinion. If you decide to take the time to listen to the song, tell me if you think it fits or not. If it doesn't give me a song you think fits, and I MIGHT change the title of the story. If it doesn't change by the next update, then it stays for good.

*Note: This chapter is a little sad. I cried while writing it, but that's because I had this whole thing playing out in my head. So, it may not be a tear-jerker, but I thought it was pretty sad.

*Note the second: In the beginning of this, they're around six and four – I'm just guessing that Elena and Jeremy have a two-year age difference. And she is remembering it.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own TVD. It belongs to Julie Plec and L. J. Smith. I don't own the title, either. That belongs to Florence + the machine.

"Lena Bean-a?"

"Yeah?"

"What's heaven?"

I turned onto my stomach and played with a daffodil in front of me. "Heaven is a place you go when you die."

"Is it a pretty place?"

I shrugged. "People say it is, but no one really knows what it looks like."

"Do you think it's pretty?"

I giggled. "I'm not dead, Jer Bear. I don't know what it looks like."

He looked at me with his big brown eyes. "Will I go to heaven?"

"If you're a good boy."

He nodded. "I'm a good boy. I give Vicki my toys when we play."

I giggled again and played with my pigtails. "Well then, you will go to heaven."

He laughed that cute, squealing laugh that only little boys can do, but then stopped. A little pout formed on his lips. "Promise me something, Lena Bean-a."

I stopped swinging my hair around. "What?"

"Promise me you'll go to heaven, too." He stuck his tiny pinky out at me, and waited.

I curled my pinky around his. "Pinky promise."

"Lena?"

I turned my head from the window and looked at Klaus. Worry was so evident on his features, like it had been for the past week. He didn't bother asking me how I was feeling or if I was okay. He knew damn well how I felt and that I certainly was not okay.

"Lena, it's time."

Taking a deep breath, I nodded my head and grabbed my clutch purse. Rebekah had leant me plain black dress, just ending at the knee, and Caroline had insisted on her midnight flats. I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail, resting on the nape of my neck. My red, puffy eyes and runny nose just added to the look.

It had only been a week – a week since I found Jeremy, a week since Tyler was revealed. A week since I died. That wasn't enough time for me to go out there and face every citizen in Mystic Falls. I wouldn't be able to handle the "He was such a decent boy"s and the "I know exactly what you're going through"s. Nobody could fathom what she was going through.

"I can't do this, Klaus." My voice broke. "I can't."

He blurred over and caught me just as I fell. I buried my face in his chest, not caring about his crisp white shirt I was about to ruin, and sobbed into him. He shushed me softly and grasped my chin in his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head up to look into his eyes.

"You can do this, Lena. You're strong – so, so strong. I know you can do this. For Jeremy."

"I can't handle another funeral. There's only so much one person can take." I could barely understand myself through the lump in my throat, but I knew he could hear me.

He brushed his nose against mine in a feather-light Eskimo kiss. "I'll be there with you every step of the way."

I swallowed. "Promise?"

"I promise."

I laughed humorlessly as a childhood memory came to mind. "You know, I broke my promise to him."

"Hmm? How so?"

"I promised Jeremy I would go to heaven with him." I gestured to my chest, where my heart should've been beating. "Obviously I can't anymore."

He intertwined his fingers with mine and pulled me forward, handing me a tissue on the way out. "I'm sure he understands."

…..

The last of the town citizens came up to give me a hug, and for once, the small smile on my face was real.

"Ms. Flowers," I greeted the old woman. "Thank you for coming."

She wrapped her frail arms around me and pulled me into an embrace that was, surprisingly, bone-crushing. "I wouldn't have missed this. I'm sorry for the loss, dear. But he's in a better place now, with your parents and Aunt Jenna."

I dabbed my eyes with the hundredth tissue and nodded. "You're right. But it doesn't make it hurt any less."

She frowned. "No, I suppose it doesn't." She looked at her watch. "Well, I must get going, but make sure you stop by for a visit real soon, you hear?"

"I will."

With one last wave, she made her way out of the cemetery and to her car. Elijah walked with her to make sure she made it safely, and being the gentleman he was, he opened her door and even offered to drive her home. She politely declined and Elijah bid her a good day as she drove off.

Klaus stood a respectable distance away when I approached the casket one last time. It was closed – no need to let people see just how gruesome his death was – and suspended over a hole in the ground. I rubbed the wood subconsciously.

"Tell mommy and daddy I miss them, okay? I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise, but…. I love you, Jer Bear."

I placed a kiss on the red rose in my hand before laying on the lid of the casket and walking toward Klaus. He grabbed my hand immediately and gave it a peck, leading me to the car. I slid into the passenger seat and buckled up as Klaus pulled out and drove home.

"Caroline and Rebekah insisted on a little gathering after the funeral, just close friends. I'll call it off if you don't feel up to it."

I shook my head. "No, it's okay."

He nodded, and after a while, brought my hand to his lips for another kiss. "I love you."

Even in all of my sorrow, I still smiled.

"I love you, too."

Klaus is such an understanding boyfriend. Don't you wish you had him?

Ugh. Does anybody miss Jeremy already? I'm the author and I wish I had never killed him….

Please REVIEW! Constructive criticism is welcome, as well as suggestions. No guarantee I will use them, but I may put them in another story (with your permission, of course).

Off to work on the next chapter!

Colbey