A/N: Here goes another drabble that I just wrote when thinking about someone. Please read and leave a review. It encourages me to write more. Also, thank you for the lovely reviews left you you!


He walks the streets alone, looking around with vacant eyes. There are people all around, some hurrying about and some lingering around to pass time. Jazz music floats around and there's the sounds of self-proclaimed witches selling their wares. He doesn't pay attention to any of it even as a drunk in broad daylight staggers on the pavement muttering about money. Its nothing new, not worth his attention. It happens everyday, in the same way. He walks straight ahead without stopping in slow steps.

He does that everyday now. He chooses a path, tugs on his leather jacket, pockets his wallet and walks out without bothering to answer any question Freya or Kol throw at him. Elijah has stopped, eventually. And he is glad. It is one less person sending pitiful glances at him. Even Kol doesn't follow him anymore. He is left alone, for most of the times. There's a boy chasing a girl and he…..

They're at home with catalogs scattered all around the place. She looks pretty in red, eyes widening at the wild things Kol suggests for their wedding. Rebekah laughs with Elijah as Hayley picks up a cushion and throws it violently at Kol. His scream as the pillow hits it mark brings Klaus out of their room. Kol screams again when Hayley picks up one of the heavier catalogs as a weapon. Grabbing a cushion for himself in self defense, he makes her run around the room.

Shaking his head, Klaus enters the room, effectively halting both of them.

"Klaus!" She shrieks and jumps at him and Kol grunts as he kisses her.

"Take it back to your room,Nik," Kol drawls.

"You know Kol, I'd happily murder you for chasing my pregnant fiance around the room," Klaus replies breaking the kiss.

"Klaus! I'm pregnant not invalid!" She says with a scowl and he smirks at her before she sends the catalog flying at Kol.

The chase begins again...

She watches him as he stops in the middle of nowhere and digs out his phone after stopping a passerby.

"Have you ever seen her?" He asks the woman with hope evident in his eyes, clicking a picture on his phone.

The woman shakes her head and he speaks again, this time desperation clear in his voice, "please try to remember. She was pregnant. And was wearing a yellow dress. Maternity dress. Have you seen her?"

The woman thinks for a while and then again shakes her head, this time with conviction.

"No. I've never seen her," her words ring out loud and clear. His head hangs dejectedly as the woman walks away from him and she wants nothing more than to go walk to him and kiss away all his pain.

His fingers run through his hair for the hundredth time that day and she wishes she could go there and touch them. The same fingers that had so lovingly painted her not so long ago...

"Sit still Hayley," he admonishes again as she moves her hand from her lap.

"I'm still!" She says with a smile at his irritation.

"No you are not! You keep moving. Why do you have to fidget so much?" He growls at her and she laughs.

"Well, your child is quite active and guess who we have to blame for that!" She blurts out and flops down on the bed.

"Why didn't you tell me you were uncomfortable? I would've stopped! Will you be OK? Should I call Freya?" Concern evident in his voice, he walks towards her and she smiles.

"I'm fine. But yes. If you are quite done with your painting, then do call Freya. Not the doctor mode Freya, Klaus!" She calls out after him as he leaves the room after pressing a light kiss to her lips.

Hand on her baby bump, she closes her eyes feeling loved and content...

He starts to walk and she is brought back from her memories...

He walks back home, late in the night to see Kol still awake; pacing the hallway. He doesn't pause in his walk to the kitchen and Kol follows him. In silence he puts reheated pasta on the table for Klaus with a bottle of water. Kol waits for him to finish and he guesses that he wants to talk about something.

"Where were you?" He has barely placed the bottle back on the table after drinking water when Kol asks in a sharp voice.

"Out," Klaus replies.

"You have to stop this madness,Nik. I never took you for being delusional but here you are, proving me wrong. Let it go, Nik. Let her go," Kol yells out suddenly and it doesn't help that his temper worsens at his high pitched voice.

"And you have to back off! I don't need you or your advice. I don't need any of you! Just leave me alone. To my own devices. I am quite capable of taking care of myself," Klaus screams at him; the high tones bringing Freya into the kitchen.

"He is right, Niklaus. Why are you being so stubborn? Why are you holding on to false hope?" She asks, instantly realizing the topic of their heated argument.

"False hope? Really? I know that she is out there somewhere! I will find her. If loving her is being stubborn, then yes I am," he says, this time a bit quietly.

"You love her? What the hell do you think Nik? That we don't love her? Are you trying to say that she meant nothing to us? She was a sister to me Nik! She was family! But you know what? She's gone now. I didn't want to accept it but now I do. Because I know she's not with us. They found her bloody bracelet,Nik! And a torn jacket. It was a mugging case and this is NOLA, where justice is rarely served! That man said that she's dead but he doesn't remember the place. She's gone and you need to accept that fact. We all have have. I've made peace with it and you need to do so. Why can't you accept the fact? Why are you trying to ruin her memory Nik?" This time Kol yells at him. He barely registers the tears on his face as his words make an imprint on his brain. "She's gone. With my niece and she is never coming back. Accept it," his next words are quieter as he sits back down on his chair with Freya trying to console him.

Stunned, Klaus slids down to the floor. His mind believing the harsh truth and his heart still hopeful. In a sudden movement he runs out, startling both his siblings. He doesn't know where he is going but they take him to the place he is sure he wants to go - The Lafayette Cemetery.

He pauses for a moment before entering the gate, giving himself a last chance of walking away. This is the first time in three months that he's at her grave. He didn't attend the funeral, still in denial.

But now, he is here. He finds the grave quite easily. There are fresh flowers on it. A part of him wonders the use of so many flowers. Its not as if she knows or that she sees them, right?

The soundless breaking of his heart is apparent as his gaze settles on the words etched on the headstone:

Hayley Marshall

1989 -

Beloved Sister, an unconditional fiance and an amazing person. A wonderful Mother.

Immortal in our hearts.

Every word hits him in the heart as a powerful blow, sending him down in an inescapable vortex of grief. Without realizing it, tears stream out of his eyes and for the first time since she has gone missing, he cries. Without his knowing his heart finally comes to terms with the fact that she is gone. To never come back.

He doesn't remember how long he sits there, staring at the words and the flowers strewn around. Eventually, the tears stop as his heart quietens down. He bows his head down, pressing a kiss to the stone before turning around to leave.

And for the first time, he sees her. He doesn't believe in ghosts but she is there, standing on the street in a pale yellow maternity dress Rebekah had gifted her; the baby bump still quite visible.

She waves at him with a small smile playing at her lips and he can't help but stare at her. She looks like the perfection she always was, a dream come true. His heart now knows that she's not here to stay and he waves back at her. Her smile widens as wind blows, rustling her hair.

A weight lifts off his chest as he starts walking back home with her following him on the opposite street.