6
That's when it became enough. The denial was tormenting Caroline. It was a physical pain missing her best friend and Klaus, too. She was lying to everyone and suffered private bouts of melancholy. Every waking thought was fighting the urge to see Klaus again. Caroline knew she was in love with him. It was time to confront her friends and especially Tyler. She had to cope with the consequences and had faith in their compassion.
Since the day Klaus left Mystic Falls, she was in an ongoing battle with herself. What was she fighting for anyway? He protected her and indulged in her existence. Lately, he had shown so much self-control and mercy. He continued to think of her and wanted to be in her reach. So why did she keep a distance? It was a foolish plan. We don't choose love. It plots for us. The universe had conspired for Niklaus and Caroline.
Caroline sat at the edge of her bed staring at the closet doors. Could she leave town? Could he be right for her? Was Klaus still the kind of man he was in his final days with her or was he fated to be a tyrant? Was he still attracted to her and curious about her hopes and dreams? Was she being fooled and about to lose everyone's respect for nothing? She rose abruptly. Caroline felt like she ran to stand still. This is it she thought. To go or not to go?
She dashed to the closet doors and hastily pulled them open. Taking a small luggage Caroline placed it on her bed. She stared at it as if she waited for it to come alive. She rushed to the wardrobe again and hauled random articles of clothing. Then she sat for a moment.
"Now's the time to intervene, Bonnie." she said looking up at the ceiling.
"I'm going so you better stop me if I'm making a mistake."
She grabbed toiletries and a night gown.
"Oh no, Care. That's not happening yet." Quickly she hung the lace attire back.
"Well, maybe." she thought again.
Finally she had accumulated a pile. Care paced the room and found her phone. Scanning her digital photo album she found Klaus. She wanted to be with this man. His mouth looked delicious. His pouty, raspberry lips were always the strongest appeal for her. They were shaped as though carved by hand. The grey-blue eyes she constantly battled to avoid could see right through her. Caroline imagined her tongue in the cleft of his chin and slithering her fingers through his short, soft curls.
Klaus had once said he hoped she would turn up at his door. He'd show her the world he promised. That's exactly what she was going to do. She would show up at his door. Where was this brash courage coming from?
NO.
"This is absolutely ridiculous." she said out loud.
Caroline took the jumble in her arms and tossed it back into the closet. Her hands were in tight fists and her back pinned the doors shut safe from any more sudden impulses. But she wanted it. Caroline wanted Klaus. She opened the closet a final time and packed the luggage.
She put her belongings in the trunk of her car and planned to go to the airport immediately after speaking to Tyler. They were meeting at Mystic Grill. She knew there was a chance his anger may lead to an attack and it was theoretically safer to break up in a public area. She played what she would say in her mind the entire way. The airport was freedom. Since my death, it was the first real smile on her angelic face. I watched nervously.