-In which Cami and Elijah come home, Elijah drops a bombshell, and Rebekah intervenes
or
In which Rebekah gives Cami a very important box and Elijah decides on his future-
But It's A Great Escape
Cami blinked, delicately taking in the sunlight shining through the window of the bedroom she and Klaus used to share.
They had been home for less than a week, and things were awkward at best. She wasn't used to having a comfortable bed, or being home, for that matter.
Elijah was avoiding her; not to say she didn't have a part in that, too. Their conversation was limited, but her heart still jumped into her chest at the sight of him. Rebekah must have noticed the weird tension between the two as she kept giving them both meaningful glances.
"Spill." She demanded Elijah one evening, and Elijah rolled his eyes.
"What on Earth are you getting at Rebekah?"
"You and Cami. Spill. What's going on?"
"Nothing." He told her shortly, pouring a glass of bourbon. He handed her one, and she took it.
"Yeah, okay. You are transparent, Elijah, I think Cami is the only one who doesn't know." He coughed uncomfortably.
"What happened? To make you fall for her?" Rebekah inquired. Elijah raised his head, his face pensive.
"I have always like Camille, as a person, as a friend. This time we spent together fermented a bond, and I started," He paused, eyes downcast, "To have feelings for her. Which just kept growing."
"You feel guilty." Rebekah confirmed, and he nodded. She sighed, sitting her glass down.
"You know, eventually you'll have to tell her. I would do it before you loose your chance with her. And you deserve to be happy, the both of you. Why not with each other?"
/
"Ta da!" Rebekah presented Cami with a wooden box. Cami took it gently, opening up the top. In it were letters addressed to her. She thanked Rebekah, before sitting down with it.
"Oh, before I leave. Elijah?" Cami's heart stopped.
"What about him?"
"You have feelings for him, don't you?" Rebekah asked, already knowing the answer. Cami's eyebrows furrowed before sighing.
"Is it obvious?" Rebekah chuckled.
"Only to everyone but Elijah." Cami shook her head.
"I can't, Bex. He's my ex fiance's brother. I doubt-"
"I doubt that old toss pot would be happy with anyone, but he is not here, Camille. He is not here to make your heart happy and be your eternal soulmate like he wanted to be. But he has always wanted to see you happy. I doubt he would care now who it was. I think he would be especially relieved if it were Elijah."
Cami just stared ahead, deep in thought.
"Just tell him how you feel and go from there." Rebekah advised, leaving Cami alone with her thoughts.
Why were things so complicated?
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Meet me at the restaurant at the corner of 3rd street?
Sounds good. I'll meet you there.
/
"So why have I been called here today?" Cami joked, sitting down her glass of wine. Elijah gave her a warm smile, one that warmed her bones.
"Can't I just have a meal with my best friend after that long trip?"
Cami shrugged, "I guess. It was just sudden, is all." Elijah nodded.
"But there is something I want to give you at the end of the evening." He told her, and Cami nodded.
"I see. So you did want something." Elijah chuckled.
"The letters; the ones Niklaus wrote to you. Have you read them?" He inquired, and Cami placed her fork down.
"No. I think I'm almost afraid of them." She admitted. Elijah nodded, before reaching across the table and covering her hand with his. His touch tingled.
"You will have to read them eventually, Camille. I know this seems odd, but I implore you to read them a soon as possible." She just looked at him. He pulled out a letter from inside of his suit and handing it to her.
"This is to you from me. Read it when you get home. And then read his letters."
Cami only nodded, and the rest of the dinner was eaten in peaceful silence.
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Dear Camille,
It seems odd that I am writing this letter to you, instead of giving a speech or saying this straight to your face. We have told each other everything. We are best friends. So please mind me for what I am about to tell you:
I think I am in love with you. At first I was not sure; I have always been fond of you, affectionate with you. I thought I was simply grateful for what you have done for me and how you entered my life. The bond we share is like none other, but now I am sure. Camille O'Connell, I am in love with you. I have been for awhile.
I have no reason to think you return my feelings in any sort of way; that would be asking too much of you. I am grateful for your kindness, your friendship, and everything you have given me. But I have to say this, I have to be open with you, because friends do not keep secrets from one another.
I am also saying this because I am leaving shortly for Amsterdam. Europe is a beautiful place, Camille. You would love it. So I am asking this: If you return my feelings, in any sort of way, I leave in two weeks. Meet me that Friday at 3:00 pm at the corner of the restaurant where I gave you this letter. No more than 3 pm. Come with me.
I know it is truly selfish to ask this of you. I know that I shouldn't have these feelings for you. But I do, and I can't stop them. It's too late.
Read Niklaus' letters. Hear what he has to say. He wrote me a letter, as well as Rebekah, Hayley, and Marcel. Rest assured he has always had your happiness as a priority.
Do what makes you happy, Camille.
Love,
Elijah.
/
Cami reached into the wooden box, grabbing a letter.
Dear Camille,
/
Post-chapter thoughts: Happy thanksgiving for readers in the U.S.! Thought I would give you all a chapter, as our story is winding down to a close. What do you think of Elijah's confession? Will Cami go with him?
As for Klaus' letters, I will do another fic dedicated to all of them, don't worry! Cami happened to grab the most important one for this next chapter.
What do you think it will say?
