(Klaus' P.O.V)

I finished another glass of whiskey. Today was a good day. In fact, everyday was. I got to spend all my time texting her and later I would hear her voice.

At first, she was hesitant, she didn't trust me. Then, she saw me as a friend. But now…I was reaching out to her. I knew that I would have to change a lot of things, but for her, I would. She was so full of light that it was almost a sin to want her. Caroline would be my downfall or my salvation; all I knew is that I couldn't be without her.

A message made me snap out of my thoughts. A smile crept up but it instantly fell when I noticed it wasn't Caroline. Instead, it was my dear sister.

"Call me first thing tomorrow."

I barely had time to think what could she possibly want, when a call from Caroline made it's way. She was calling sooner than I expected, I was still at the bar. I thought about making her wait until I get home, but obviously, decided against it.

"Hello, love. Miss me already?" – I joked, wishing that was the case. "Hi! Ugh, stop being so full of yourself. I just want to talk to you about some things." When I was going to answer, another voice was heard.

"Want another shot, Klaus?" Shit. Camille. "Who's that?" – Caroline asked. I got up and left Camille standing there, confused. "Nobody" – I said. "Well, it didn't seem like it." She was angry. She had that tone of voice that screamed "you're screwed".

"It was just a bartender, sweetheart. Nothing you should worry about."

"Oh, it was that Camille girl? Yeah, Bekah told me all about her little crush on you." So, she was jealous. I wonder what expression she used in moments like this. "Relax, darling. She is nothing compared to you." She instantly answered – "I bet she's not!" I couldn't help myself and let out a chuckle. "You're gorgeous when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous. Who says I'm jealous? You know, you have to stop being so self-centered." I smiled. She changed subject and never really said what was the reason she called in the first place, but I didn't mind. We talked and she told me all about her event at college, how frustrating some girl was and all the details about her day. When we hang up, I couldn't help but think: why was I still here?