Marcel leaned back in his chair, his fingers pressing up to his lips gently. The ceiling fan spun steadily above his head blowing the warm air around the room. A small bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face as he took in a deep breath. This had to work
For months he's been planning, carefully articulating the best way to go about this. Now that he was finally free of the Salvatores, he could focus more on the bigger task at hand. The Mikaelsons. They're so naive, he can't believe how easy it was to deceive them. Kol and Elijah were a breeze. They were so willing, so trusting that not even the thought of betrayal crossed their minds. Kol brushed off everything.
He nodded his head and zoned off instantly whenever a woman walked through the door.
There was never an issue with him. Elijah as well. So calm and collected, never speaking unless necessary. He was so worried about Klaus that he barely paid attention to anything else. And then with his brunette, the servant girl he can't keep his eyes off of. How ridiculous that they could be so blind.
Klaus, on the other hand, was different. He's always been so paranoid, so untrusting. From the very beginning he had his doubts. Marcel saw the uncertain look in Klaus' eyes whenever he walked in the room. There was a hesitation that came out whenever information was released. It didn't matter that they were friends for years or how close their families were. If Klaus didn't trust you, he didn't trust you. The only thing that would change that was time.
And Marcel was patient. He bided his time, kept his mouth shut through disapproving looks and secrets shared behind closed doors. He didn't let it bother him because he knew sooner or later, Klaus would let him in.
It was after another fight with Mikael. Klaus had stormed out and ended up at some bar a few miles away. This was the perfect time to get under his skin, to worm his way through Klaus and finally be where he was needed. And what a perfect way than when they were both completely drunk.
He was sitting at the bar, hunched over with an icey tumbler in his hands. He was swirling it around, watching as the ice smashed together and shattered in tiny pieces. A dark cloud was hanging above him, dragging him further and further down into an inescapable pit. But he didn't see the use in trying to fight it. Perhaps it would even be nice.
"Klaus Mikaelson." Marcel called, walking happily into the bar. "What a surprise."
Klaus didn't bother turning around, he knew exactly who it was.
"Marcel." His voice was strained.
Marcel took a seat beside him, motioning for the bartender. She was a little blonde college student, someone who caught his attention long ago. Her came was Cami. She was simple, not graced with model magazine looks but there was natural beauty highlighted on her face. He enjoyed coming here, talking to her into the late hours of the night. It was his little getaway from New Orleans seeing as the bar was an hour out of the city, perched on a side deserted side road.
From the very moment his men informed him of Klaus' location, he found it odd. Marcel has always kept tabs on him and couldn't help but be curious. Klaus normally stuck to his local pubs that held his favorite bands and drinks. This was so out of the way, so far from everything.
"What brings you to this neck of the woods?"
There was a pause in his speech. The words fought to come out but Klaus simply shook his head and took another sip of his bourbon.
"Trouble at home?" Marcel offered.
Klaus shrugged. "Not so much my home as my father. I'll tell you, Marcel, be grateful all your family is gone. I find myself wishing now that mine could be as well."
Cami came back with Marcel's drink. Their eyes connected momentarily before a man on the end called her over. The crinkles around her eyes indented as she smiled and turned back away from him.
"What a wish that is." Marcel said. "I won't blame you for thinking it but I know you love your family. These are rough patches, friend, nothing more."
"You think my father calling me the disappointment of a life time is a rough patch?" Klaus scoffed. "Well then I would like to hear about what you would call a hard time. I cannot live like this, I don't want too."
It was strange to hear this from Klaus. He's never opened up about his father to anyone before, let alone him. And Marcel took this opportunity to finally gain Klaus' trust. There couldn't have been a better time.
"Well, soon you won't have to right? You'll be head of your family and throw Mikael out on his ass like he deserves."
At that Klaus laughed, nodded his head as he brought his drink back up. He finished in one last gulp before calling Cami back over for another. They spent the rest of the night like that, shooting back drinks and bad mouthing everyone who had done them wrong. A perfect bonding experience in Marcel's view. By the end of the night they were stumbling over each other, smiling and laughing as they patted each other's backs. After that they were close to inseparable which couldn't have gotten on everyone's nerves more. But it was exactly what Marcel wanted. He had completed the final task in his operation. All that was left was time.
And time had finally arrived. He had stopped watching the fan and stood from his chair, moving closer to the window. Any moment Diego was to return with the news. A simple yes or no answer to their plan.
The door creaked open then but it didn't frighten him. Slowly he turned around to find his friend by the door, wearing the biggest grin.
Diego only nodded.
Marcel smiled. "Fantastic."
Caroline waited anxiously by the phone, bouncing up and down excitedly. After a brief chat with Elijah this morning about last night's events, he allowed her one phone call to whomever she chose. He knew Bonnie was recovering from the explosion days ago and that she also had friends from back home that she missed. If she agreed for the call to be monitored, then he would comply.
And now, days later, she was holding the house phone to her ear, hearing the dial tone ring and ring. She was chewing anxiously on her bottom lip as anxiety coursed through her veins. It's been weeks since she's talked to Elena or heard anything from Bonnie. It's nearly killed her and to finally be able to now was overwhelming. She tried to ignored the prying ears of Elijah and Klaus and tried to focus on her friends.
One the fourth ring Elena picked up.
"Hello?"
"'Lena?"
"Caroline!"
They erupted into a burst of squeals and Caroline jumped up from the couch, never feeling this happy before.
"Yes! Yes! It's me!"
"Oh gosh, how are you? Are you okay? Does Damon know you're calling?" The worry filled questions poured from Elena's mouth, not seeming to stop. "He's not here right now. Oh no, is something wrong? Caroline?"
Caroline smiled. "No, no, everything's fine. Really." She took a breath. "I actually saw Damon and Stefan a few days ago."
"Where are you?!"
She turned to see Elijah shake his head. "Elena, I can't really say. But I get to talk to you, okay? So maybe there's something else we can discuss…."
Elena frowned. "Alright, I'm sorry. But you're okay right? Everything's good?"
"I'm fine. It's really not so bad here. I mean, yeah, I'm being held against my will and the whole kidnapping thing isn't the best but it's not like I'm chained to a wall or anything." Caroline sighed. "I get to leave every now and then and I've even been shopping with Rebekah."
"Rebekah Mikaelson?" Elena exclaimed.
"Yeah. She's...okay...once you get to know her."
"What about Kol? Bonnie told me about her and him."
Caroline bit her lip. She's mostly tried to forget about that incident. She doesn't know what to think of it now. Bonnie never told her and assuming she knew about Caroline's situation and still continued to sleep with Kol was unsettling. There was a part of her that wanted to understand yet couldn't bring herself to quite yet.
"Uh...he's fine I guess. The whole Bonnie thing really did tear him up though. It was weird, seeing him like that. You know how he's been in the past. It's different seeing a side of him that actually-"
"What? Cares?" Elena finished. "I know. All of them seem incapable of feeling anything."
"I wouldn't jump to conclusions. You know how Damon and Stefan can be."
Elena paused. It sounded like she took a deep breath. "Do you miss them? Miss us?"
Caroline's eyes widened. She could feel Klaus' stare on her, cold and hard like it always is. For a moment she didn't know how to respond and thought better than to answer quickly. She did miss them, more than anything in the world. Though she was finding that this new set up wasn't as terribly awful as everyone makes it out to be. This family...they were just like hers. There was love within these walls, fun and laughter when they were joined together. She's made friends with Katherine and even finds Rebekah nice to have around once and a while. Caroline wouldn't completely jump to the accusation that she desperately wanted to come home too quickly. There was a side of her that wasn't beginning to mind this.
"Of course I miss you guys." She finally replied. "I miss everyone."
"You sound so happy though…."
"Well," Caroline said, "Surprisingly the leash has a little more length here."
Elena smiled to herself. "I know how your brother's can be but just remember who your real family is, okay?"
Caroline nodded. "Of course, Elena."
"I'm sorry but I'm going to be late for work. Will you be able to call later?"
It was Klaus this time who shook his head.
"No," Caroline sighed. "But before you go…how is Bonnie doing?"
"She really is okay. We just brought her back home from the hospital yesterday. So if Kol wanted to do whatever it is he wanted, then he can. She's fine and even misses him a little. But she really won't tell me much about them. I don't blame her though, I wouldn't want anyone knowing if I had something with a Mikaelson either."
Caroline felt her entire face whiten. That's when she felt Klaus' stare the most. Her hands were trembling and again it took her another moment to compose herself. She was talking herself down, reassuring herself like she did every night.
That there wasn't anything possibly going on between her and-
"I understand." Caroline said, swallowing down her shaking breath. "Hopefully I'll see you soon."
"I miss you." Elena whispered.
Caroline looked down. "Me too." She said before hanging up the phone.
Caroline was helping Katherine with the dishes when Kol walked in. He was far more chipper than yesterday as he waltzed to the fridge and happily brought out a can of Coke. For a minute Caroline could have sworn he was even humming.
"You seem happy today, Kol. Did you get lucky last night?" Katherine giggled, putting another plate into the dishwasher.
Kol scowled at her. "How could you think such a thing?"
"Well you always do that little dance of yours when you had a good night."
"For your information, there was no drunken broad warming my bed last night."
Caroline looked up. "Then why so happy?"
"You two girls will have to just accept the enigma of life." And with that he left the room, appearing to be skipping rather than dancing this time.
Katherine turned the sink off and shook her head. "Men. I'll never understand them."
Caroline chuckled. "You and me both."
"Do you think it's about that Bonnie girl?"
"Most likely."
"That's nice." Katherine smiled. "That he's happy like that. It's rare to see Kol so carefree."
Caroline made a little face and shrugged, mumbling something under her breath. She went to sit on the stool and leaned against the island, watching as Katherine wiped off the counter. An empty silence settled between them yet Katherine broke it easily, she always does.
"Is something wrong?" She raised an eyebrow.
"No."
"Are you sure? Is it about Kol? I know how you're on the fence about them. But you have to look at it as a positive thing. He's so happy-"
"It's not about Kol!" Caroline sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. "And I don't really feel like talking about it now, okay?"
Katherine studied her friend closely. There was obviously something bothering her but she knew that you couldn't force someone to talk if they didn't want to. All you could do was wait until they were ready, let them come to you.
"That's fine." Katherine shrugged. "Rebekah actually wanted me to ask if you wanted to go shopping with us. Entirely her idea too so I don't suggest you turn down an opportunity like this."
Just the thought of shopping made Caroline perk up instantly. It would also involve being miles and miles away from this house where her true problems were beginning to lie.
"Sounds great." she said. "Can I change first though? I have a new pair of heels that need to be shown off."
Katherine nodded. "Fine with me. We should be leaving within the hour. I just need to find Rebekah and say goodbye to Elijah."
Caroline smiled at the last part. It must be nice to have someone like that. Someone who can wish you off when you leave and always be waiting for your return. Klaus would never-
Her eyes widened at the thought. Klaus? She felt her body betray her as a nervous, giddy feeling rose up from her stomach. It sent butterflies soaring, flapping their wings so hard it made her sick. Sometimes she wished that there was a switch, something to flip off that took all of her emotions away. So she wouldn't have to feel this...feel so guilty about it. What was developing couldn't be stopped and part of her didn't want it to. She liked-
"Well I'll be down in two minutes." She hopped off the stool and started for the stairs, pushing her feelings to the side.
Her room was the third door on the right. Nothing too big but definitely not small either. She immediately went to her closet, pulling out a pair of white shorts and a fitted black top. After she was dressed she searched aimlessly for the shoes; her perfect pink wedges from back home. They were bought with Elena on one of their girl's days. It was after a pedicure, she remembers
Ten minutes go by and still they're nowhere to be found. With a frustrated sigh she settled on the white pair and slipped her feet in one by one. It did nothing to lighten her mood though and she continued to move around the room frowning, grumbling things under her breath.
"Something the matter, love?"
His voice made her trip. She stumbled into the bedpost, barely catching herself gracefully as she stood. He made no motion to come after her and proceeded to lean against the doorframe, smiling wide at her.
"I'm sorry if I scared you."
Caroline whipped around. "You didn't. I was just taken off guard a little. There's a thing called knocking, you know."
Klaus laughed softly. "I know."
"Yet you fail to actually perform the action. Funny."
He arched an eyebrow. "What's gotten you in such a tizzy?"
She scratched the top of her head and fumbled around the room. Her purse had to be around here somewhere. With all the moves she never gets time to settle in and then the maids unpack her things before she's able to touch them. As a result everything was completely disorganized and it made her want to scream.
"You know you should let all your little slaves know to not touch my stuff! They come in here and straighten everything up and unpack my things and I can't find anything!"
This time he pushed himself away from the wall and came deeper into the room. His movements were slow and steady, as if he was planning out what to do next. She watched him carefully and wasn't sure if she should be pushing him out or inviting him to help.
"Of course. I'll let them know at once."
She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to appear unaffected. "Thank you."
"What is it you're looking for?" He asked now.
At that very moment she spotted it. From the back of her door it hung, swinging from side to side on the hooks that were apparently there. She quickly brushed past him towards it and reached up on her tip-toes to retrieve it. A small smile came to her lips then as she whipped around to face him.
"This." Caroline said.
Klaus nodded. "And where will you be going that you require a purse?"
"Katherine, Rebekah and I are going shopping."
He couldn't protest if it was Bekah's decision which it most likely was. Although after last night none of them should be leaving, his sister probably buttered up Elijah for a few hours away. With the pressure of the new job Elijah must have consented, God knows why. Not even in an overwhelmed state would Klaus agree. It just shows who's really fit for the job.
He pressed his lips together. "I see."
She was putting on her jacket now and could hear the disapproval in his voice. Her hands cleared her hair away and she smiled, taking a few steps closer to him.
"We should only be gone a few hours." By the look he was giving her she felt like she needed to add that in. She knew if he really didn't want her to go he could say so whether it was Rebekah's decision or not. He was still her...well he was still in charge of her.
"I'll see you tonight then." He finally said.
Caroline smiled and walked to the door. As she passed their hands brushed lightly. His fingers curled around hers and he pulled her back. They were merely a breath away from each other but neither was pulling away. At first she didn't want to look at him but his eyes were calling, willing hers back to his. When they finally connected he smiled and let her go.
"Have fun." His sweet breath blew onto her lips and she staggered back, hands shaking as she tried to fix her hair. A dazed feeling set within her and she tried to steady herself, attempting take her original trip back out.
"I will." Before closing the door she turned back, still walking though. "Bye Klaus."
When she was gone he laughed. "Goodbye Caroline."
Damon sat back on the bed, watching as cigarette smoke swirled up into the air. He breathed in, stopped, and then breathed out. Ashes fell beside him and he watched as the embers light and burn out. Over and over, cigarette after cigarette. The phone was resting in his palm, fingers clenched over it as he played with the buttons.
A few hours ago Elena called, informing him of her phone call with Caroline. She said that everything sounded okay. Caroline was as happy and chipper as she's always been. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Elena even described the call as if she was back home, talking to Caroline like they were planning to go shopping.
It was uncomfortable.
Now, hours later, he was tempted. Tempted to do what exactly? Call the Mikaelsons and demand for a word with her? She should have called him. She should have reached out. Why she called Elena was beyond him. He almost felt...betrayed. He was her brother, her flesh and blood. Family comes first, it always has.
He took another drag and slid the unlock bar up his phone. He thought against any previous ideas and decided to dial for Elena. Even though it was only hours ago that they spoke, he needed to hear her voice. Some reassurance would be nice. She was always good at that, at making people feel better. It was one of the things he loved about her.
Just as his finger was about to touch the screen Stefan burst through the door. He was panting, as if he just ran a marathon and decided to stop by. Sweat was beginning to drip down the side of his face as he bolted in, stopping strictly at the foot of Damon's bed.
Damon didn't look up though. His eyes were trained on her contact picture. Brown doe eyes stared up at him, shining with bright contentment. He could almost hear her voice now. It brought a smile to his lips.
"Damon!" Stefan shouted.
"What?"
"Get your ass up. Now."
Damon looked up from his phone. "Why?"
"I just-" Stefan began to pace, running a hand through his already tousled hair. His chest rose and fell quickly and there was a slight tremor in his fingers as he tried to settle them. Damon couldn't help but sit up, completely disregarding his phone in the process. "I don't understand. It's been days since we've seen them. We haven't even made any advances into our plans! It makes no sense!"
Damon jumped up from the bed and rushed over to his brother. "Stefan, what's happened?"
"I'll tell you what's happened!" Stefan shoved Damon away. "The Mikaelson's main bank account has just been drained and guess who they've linked it too?" He took another step away. "GUESS, DAMON, GUESS!"
All the color drained from Damon's face. He stumbled against the wall as words poured from his lips. They were incomprehensible, not making any sense whatsoever. He turned into this jumbled, shaking mess. Fear was taking over. An action they had not committed yet somehow the blood stained their hands. It was impossible, it couldn't be true.
"Damon!" Stefan voice's echoed in his head, though the name sounded foreign.
Damon? Damon who?
Hands reached his shoulders and he was shaken vigorously. "Brother!"
Damon's eyes snapped open as they took into focus Stefan. He appeared to have calmed down slightly. It was partly because Damon seemed to be having some panic attack and was as white as a sheet. He released his hold and frowned.
"Just come with me, okay? Please?" Stefan begged, nearly dragging him to the door.
Blindly Damon followed, not having a clue of what was to come.
Elijah was bounding through the halls, smashing open every door on the floor. They crashed against the walls and some even came off the hinges. He felt the rage course through his veins, boiling his blood hotter with each step he took. Somehow his feet couldn't move fast enough, his voice couldn't yell loud enough, all his sense diminished down to nothing. His mind fogged and the space in front of his blurred. For a moment he stopped, tried to steady his breathing but then the voice sounded from behind it. Oddly it came off as small and timid, very cautious as it approached.
"Elijah?" Katherine whispered. Suddenly her hand placed onto his shoulder, resting softly as he whipped around. "What's wrong?"
"Where is she?" He hissed.
His usually calm demeanor was replaced with an awful, vicious one that shocked her to no end. Almost immediately she released him and put a foot in between them. She's never seen him like this, so savage and animalistic. Rage changed every aspect of his features and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't scared.
"W-who are you talking about?"
He stepped towards her, his hands gripping her shoulders. "You know! You know!"
"Elijah!" She ripped herself away. "What is wrong with you?!"
"Where. Is. Caroline."
Her eyes widened. "Why, what's wrong?"
"Katherine."
She froze. He never used her modern name, only when he was annoyed or beyond serious. She didn't know how to respond.
"Um." She looked around the hall. "Last time I saw her, she was in the living room.
He stormed away then, running down the stairs at full speed. From down the hall Rebekah emerged along with Kol, confused expressions on their faces. It was Kol who spoke first.
"Katherine-"
Without a second thought she spun around, running full speed after Elijah.
The shopping trip was rather successful. Caroline returned with three new pairs of heels, two skirts and a few tops to match her shorts. Weather was warmer down here, significantly than back in New York. She wasn't complaining though, she's always loved the sun.
She was in the kitchen now, grabbing a water bottle for herself before heading back to her room. A nap was needed before dinner that was in a few hours. She's been so tired lately that during the salad course she would nod off, nearly slipping into the lettuce. But nights have been rough with an endless amount of thoughts running through her head. Between her brother's, Tyler and now even...Klaus…she found sleep to be almost nonexistent. She'd do anything to just have a clear mind for a few hours. Thinking was dragging her down.
Her head snapped up to the ceiling, hearing pounding and yelling from upstairs. She set her bags down on the island and wandered into the hall, inclining her ear up to listen. The voices were muffled but she made out Elijah and what seemed to be Katherine. He was yelling at her, actually yelling. From what she knew of him now he normally never does. Elijah is a calm, collected person. He doesn't freak out. So she couldn't help but worry.
"Where is she?"
"W-who are you talking about?"
Caroline felt her heart drop through her chest as the water bottle in her hand spilled to the floor. She was backing up, eyes scanning the room for the nearest exit. He was looking for her, he had to be. There was no one else in this house that could generate that amount of rage from him besides an enemy. And she was more than that. She was Salvatore in a Mikaelson's domain.
Without much thought she bolted for the front door, heels smacking against the hardwood. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think straight. Whatever happened, it couldn't be good. She didn't know what she did wrong. Or even what her brother's may have pulled. But she knew she had nothing to do with it. She didn't know a thing.
As she opened the door she was greeted with the last person she ever wanted to see.
"Where do you think you're going?"
She halted in her spot, feet skidding just before the threshold of the door. Her fingers curled around the doorknob and she felt her heart stop.
Tyler.
"Someone wants you."
Tears bubbled up in her eyes as she shook her head, slowly backing up from him. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. They had her.
"Are you going to make this easy or hard for me, Care?"
She went to say something but decided against it. He took that as an indication for easy and tightly gripped her arm, shoving her forward.
Caroline bit back a cry and prayed for the best.
When he first got the message, he found it rather odd that he was hearing from his friend. Klaus wasn't particularly in the mood to speak with Marcel. He was on the fence about what to do with him and didn't know what his decision was yet. With everything that went on, it slipped his mind to bring it up to Elijah. Any trust he had in Marcel was slipping and the last thing he wanted to do with the man was have a drink. But Caroline was probably still shopping with the girls and Kol had gone who knows where and to be alone with Elijah wasn't very appealing, so he complied.
"I'm glad you met with me." Marcel said, taking hold of his now refilled drink.
Klaus' eyes squinted. "What's this about?"
"I've been noticing that things are changing between us, Klaus, and I don't like it."
That made him laugh. "And you think a glass of bourbon will make everything better?"
"I want you to know you can trust me. You've known me for years, I don't understand what's going wrong."
Everything was going wrong at the moment. He could list a million things that were wrong with his life right now that no one even knew about, especially his so called friend. Marcel had to be blind not to see their crumbling friendship and he hated to admit it but one of things that got him so fired up was Caroline. The stunt he pulled with her was unforgivable although he would never say it. She was still a mystery to him as his feelings for her remained unknown but he didn't want people to think he had a weakness. There's nothing that can break him.
"Ah, that is where you are wrong. I cannot trust you and trying to make me think it can go any other way is a waste of your time. I've made my decision."
Marcel slammed his tumbler on the counter, creating a small chip on the bottom. "So that's it?"
Klaus shrugged. "I would say I'm sorry but I'm not. I want you to stay away from my family until further notice and I will be sure to inform Elijah about this. We may be on the fence with each other but I'm his brother...he trusts me." He stood up from the stool and down the rest of his drink before sliding it away. After leaving a twenty behind to cover his drinks he was out the door.
And what a mistake he just made.
They didn't do it. He could swear on his mother's grave that they had no part in this yet still, no one would believe them. He's even tried contacting the Mikaelsons in an attempt to clean this all up. There's someone working against them now, both families. He could conjure up some guesses but he's not an idiot.
They both know who did it.
"Any word?" Damon asked, walking into the study where Stefan sat hunched over a phone.
Stefan shook his head. "No. They're probably getting ready to storm us right now without giving us a chance to speak. It's a bit impulsive but you never know."
"Try again."
"Damon, what if-" He couldn't finish it. They both know what he was referring to.
Caroline.
"They can't honestly suspect her of something. How would she have known?"
He shrugged. "We would do the same thing, Stefan."
He couldn't argue with that.
"We have to get ahold of them before it's too late." Damon said.
"What are we going to tell them? They won't believe us."
"We have to try, Stefan."
He looked at his brother one last time before calling again. His hands were shaking and he steadied his voice as the dial tone rang and rang.
There was no answer.
They tried for several more hours before giving up. It was nearly past three in the morning when Damon finally left the basement. He kept his people trying though, refusing to let this slip. He wasn't about to take the blame for something he knows without a doubt he had nothing to do with. It made him sick inside knowing the amount of money missing that had his family's name written on.
He entered his bedroom, not bothering to turn on a light. The fireplace was lit in the corner of the room, probably by one of the maids. He wondered briefly if Stefan was still up or if he was continuing to try. But his mind felt fogged and the thought slipped away almost instantly.
He yawned and barely made it to the bed. His body was craving a cigarette but every inch of him was exhausted. As he hit the bed his eyes closed instantly. This was beginning to be too much. He didn't know how his father was able to deal with this, how he managed to wake up every morning and go back to the job that nearly killed him. Well it did kill him but not that way it's killing Damon. He thinks one day it'll all become so much and he'll snap, completely lose it without a second thought.
What if he fails? What if this set back is only the beginning? There's a chance that they'll win, that Caroline will be theirs forever and he'll tarnish the Salvatore name forever. Elena won't want him anymore and Stefan will leave, not bearing to have a brother like him.
Even the mere thought of Elena leaving makes him want to throw up. She's all he has left now. She's the only thing keeping him from snapping.
As sleep tugs at him, he rolls over only to land on his phone. It's reaching four a.m. and that's when he realizes she never called. Every day at nine o'clock she calls to wish him goodnight. She never misses, couldn't really. But he's so tired that it slips away from him.
She probably just forgot.
Sooooooo….I have no idea where that chapter came from. Hopefully this will give you something to hold you over because I honestly have no idea when the next chapter is coming. I got a new idea for maybe another Klaroline drabble or fanfic? So it might take a while, sorry!
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