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When Caroline walked in she was hardly surprised to find that Tyler had a huge duffle open and was cramming things in like the air in her home was poisonous and he needed to leave before being killed.
"Your leaving?" she asked, there was no accusation or hurt. Not like when he left the first time, when it broke her heart, and she knew it wasn't just that her heart had grown harder and stronger the last few years- because it all but blew when she left him this morning. She had known it for a while, her denials had grown weaker in her head and now it was a simple statement of truth, like the earth being round. She didn't love him anymore.
"Unless you can give me a reason to stay" he told her, looking up from his packing, expecting tears and heartbreak over that sweet golden face he knew so well. He knew as well as she did that the love was gone, he still cared for her, but last night he had begun questioning if he loved her or simply loved having her. When he was alone he didn't notice her absence, around others he would all but forget he had her waiting. But when Klaus was near her something flared and he needed everyone to know who she belonged too. Matt had told him it was his wolfish instinct and that he should get the hell out of dodge and find people he belonged around. He was set on leaving, he just needed to know what he was leaving behind.
After a while she spoke, she wouldn't tell him she no longer loved him unless he wanted her to specifically say it but she was done with lying, so instead she walked over and put something he had forgotten into the duffel "…do you need any help?" He watched her closely and sighed. She had said what he needed to hear and had no reason to continue. "No. I'm done, that was the last of it" he then turned and walked out to the porch. She didn't follow to see him off, and he hadn't expected her too. "Good luck finding a pack" she told him just before he crossed the porch, they couldn't see each other but each knew how sincere she was, and how this would be the last time they would be in the same place "Thank you. Have a nice life" he told her, but unlike most break ups the words weren't bitchy, mocking or bitter. They sounded hopeful and held what each knew were the last notes of caring. Then the door closed, and it was over.
Then Caroline swept her hair into a messy bun and begun tidying up the house, floors were swept and washing up done. Beds were stripped and laundry thrown into the washing machine, sides were scrubbed and bathroom tiles polished. Wet washing loaded into a tumble dryer and the fridge and freezer cleared off expired food, dry clothes ironed, folded and put away or back onto beds and within hours the house was spotless and perfect. As like a show home as anything, almost no sign except for a few mementos and such making it anything more than a pretty picture from a magazine. It filled her with sudden loneliness, her mum was almost never home and now the one thing that made her less lonely despite being unloved was gone. She scrubbed a grimy hand across her face and sniffed, heading straight for her bath. A nice hot bubble bath being a sure fire cure for the insane, nonsensical depression that had befallen her.
Memories of how cared for she had felt last night making her even sadder. By the time she had dried off and clothed herself she had also managed to throw a duffel bag together for herself, pyjamas, jeans, skirts and a few dresses. A few shoes and accessories. Her hair was wavy from how her hair had air dried, unlike her normal curls or straightened hair. She was dressed in simple blue jeans and baggy baseball shirt that fell off one shoulder.
She left without telling anyone. Without consulting anyone else. She left without warning him.
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