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This series will be broken down by song tracks and released in that order. Its parts will not be written chronologically. Some of the writing follows canon closely, and some things I've taken liberties with. Parts of it are sweet, other bits, violent. I'll change the rating as it goes. A few are drabbles, a couple are full length fic. I just wanted to work on something slightly different. Thanks for reading!
Arm in arm they walk.
They're in a space where nobody believes can exist. For they say Klaus is lonely, angry, and a terrible friend to have, caught in his cycle of revenge, reducing himself to a black hole of soul-sucking paranoia and insecurity. They say if he drowns, you descend with him. Everyone keeps telling her that she's wasting her time trying to fix a broken thing.
But she isn't trying to. Caroline sees all the pieces in shards and dust, and the only thing she wants to do is trace her fingers through it, feeling like she knows him. When she glimpses the damage, all she sees the outline of her own reflection.
Klaus glances downward, realizing that her hand, in the crook of his elbow, is not quite settled. "Here," he says, dropping his arm to let her slide her hand into his. It makes her pause for a second, but she allows it, to savour the moment before they part ways, maybe for months. Maybe for years.
So she enjoys the space they share together. Their space, where nothing needs to be said and everything can be felt. The quiet energy between them warms, twists, melds. Monster, the world warns her. But it surprises her how comforting he can actually be. He's her monster.
At the door, she stops holding his hand. What should've been a hollow emptiness Klaus has prepared himself for is filled up with light when she turns to him, looks him in the eye and says,
"Thank you,"
like she means it from the bottom of her heart. She doesn't say anything more, but he can hear the rest of it clear as the night sky they walk under - for everything.
Thank you for everything.
Time, life, distance. Separation. The world fails to recognize is that all the things that try to tear them apart only brings them closer together.
He smiles. She returns it with one of her own. Anything else will feel like a goodbye, and neither of them will have that tonight.