Summary: Her life had been reduced to running from him. And she was tired of it, enough was enough. Angst, Klaroline.
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As she toyed with the ring on her finger, Caroline was sure of one thing; she was tired of running. It's what her life had become now, constantly running. It was all his fault too-well, maybe not all. Afterall, she was the one who went to him originally, she gave himself to him...and as it turned out, it wasn't what she wanted, at least not yet.
She had tried to explain that to him, but he couldn't accept that. She was abandoning him, as far as he was concerned. He threatened her, told her that she would never leave him, and if she did, he would find her. He would always find her.
He went out after that, to satisfy his bloodlust no doubt, leaving her to be guarded by his wolves. His warnings had the opposite effect than he had intended though; instead of scaring her into staying, she was more determined than she was before to get out.
She couldn't be trapped with someone, not again. She'd thought he'd understand, she thought he'd changed, but it was becoming clear-no matter how much he wanted her, how much he desired her, he would never truly change for her, at least not for a while. No-one changes who they are easily after a thousand years.
She'd escaped; she wasn't quite sure how she got out of there, all she really remembered was that it involved a lot of blood. She ran that night, and she's been running ever since. And now she was tired of running.
She supposed she could just stop running; let him take her, torment her, force her to stay by his side. But what kind of life would that be?
Looking up at the midday sun, she knew that he would find her soon. He always caught onto where she was quite quick.
Closing her eyes, she knew what she had to do. Taking in one last breath, she removed her ring, screaming out in pain as the sunlight burned her, consuming her.
She may have regrets about her life, but at least she was able to end it on her own terms.