N.B: Okay I wouldn't say this if I didn't mean it but seriously there are going to be lyrics in this fic and when you get them, you ALL need to listen to the song "Here comes goodbye by Rascall Flatts" and I'm not just saying this cause I can. I MEAN IT. And you will all be wise to listen to me, I was listneing to this song as I wrote this chapter and I swear to GOD I was sobbing like a baby. So please enhance your reading and do it.


I should go back he thought to himself as he drove away I should see if she's okay he stared at his phone lying still on the seat next to him. He waited to see if there was an incoming message. He wanted to know that she was alright. He felt terrible but in all fairness, she – of all people - should understand. He balled his heart out, telling her how he felt and she rejected him – like he knew she would – but it hurt.

Knowing that you told someone you loved them and knowing that they didn't love you back was worse than getting your heart ripped out.

It seemed close to dawn as the dark night sky began to lighten. Klaus had been driving for what seemed like forever. As soon as the whole incident happened, he stormed out of there like an angry child banned to the perimeters of their room. He wasn't one of those people to feel sorry for himself – maybe he was a little bit – but the point was she hurt him.

However much he replayed the whole scene in his head, he couldn't help but feel betrayed. He knew he shouldn't feel the way he did but he couldn't help it. After all those emotions played out he would feel guilt. He avoided the temptation to turn back so many times, the temptation to call her first, apologise. But he couldn't face it. He just continued to drive, running away from confrontation. Klaus would admit he was stubborn – he learnt it from Caroline – but he developed pride over the last few days. It was a combination of anger and sadness, enrolled into one lovely emotion he couldn't shake.

He sighed as he stared out the window into the distance. It wasn't worth thinking about. He had made enough of a fool of himself for one day. Just when he had started to lose all hope, his phone buzzed. Maybe she wanted to talk to him, work this whole thing out. That's what best friends did, they fought and they made up seconds later.

He smiled as he looked at his phone, reading

"Sorry to hear that you and Caroline had a fight but just email a copy of your maid of honour stuff, we need to give to the replacement. Hope to speak soon. Stefan"

In truth, he wanted to scream. Throw his phone straight out the window and drive over it a few times and crumble it into a million pieces to reflect how he felt. But instead he placed it gently back onto the seat and sighed, letting that single stubborn tear fall down his cheek. He had been replaced just like that, they were moving on without him.

He was wrong about what he said before, being replaced hurt a hell of a lot more than watching the two of them play happy families at the party.

Klaus picked up his phone again as he replied to the text "Yeah, not gonna happen". For some unknown reason, he felt the satisfaction in being mean. He felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulder – mainly because he drove away the people he cared about – but never Caroline. However much he tried to push her away with his spiteful ways, she would always come right back to him like an elastic band.

He was a good man really, but like many people he had his own way with dealing with all those negative emotions in life. He turned on a switch that booted his defensive mechanism and turned him into Mr Mean. Klaus didn't like that part of him – who would – but he had learnt over the years to tone it down. No one deserved to be treated like that, after all where did it leave him? All he did was regret it seconds after he said it. Caroline seemed to be the only one who actually knew how to deal with him and now even she was drifting away from him.

The thought of her brought all his emotions back. He couldn't take any more pain. Klaus turned on the ratio, flicking through the channels as he tried to find something remotely interesting to take his mind of things. Why was there nothing on the radio when he actually had the time to listen to it? He stopped as he heard that familiar piano solo that introduced the lyrics. He knew exactly what song it was – one that he had fond memories with – he sat back in his seat and relaxed, calming himself to the artistic melody of Rascal Flatts.

I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road
and it's not like her to drive that slow
nothing's on the radio
Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell
she usually comes right in, now I can tell

He smiled as the tempo began to gradually increase and he knew the chorus was coming up. As he listened to the song, the music seemed to fade out and all he heard was the meaningfulness of the lyrics. They spoke out to him, reflecting the moments in his life.

With every word, he was able to apply it to Caroline. And with every word, he started to dislike the song more and more.

His eyes never left the road as he tried to ignore the words. Drown them out as he focused on driving. But it was useless as the deeper into the song he was; the more he was going into a trance like state. His body was there, physically driving the car but his mind was elsewhere.

Here comes goodbye
here comes the last time
here comes the start of every sleepless night

He could feel his fists tightening around the wheel. Klaus hated those moments when the lyrics suddenly told the story of your life. Like the song was written just for you. How convenient he thought as clenched his teeth, debating whether or not to turn the radio off or wait until the end of the song.

The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain
Here comes me wishing things had never changed

I actually hate this song he thought as his tears began to fall down his face in such a way that even his eyesight became blurry. He rubbed his eyes, as he tried to focus. He didn't want to feel the way he did. He had never cried so much in his life, if Caroline could see him now. She would call him a wimp. Oh Caroline he thought as he sobbed.

And she was right here in my arms tonight
here comes goodbye

It won't turn out like that he repeated in his head It's going to be a happily ever after, you mark my words. Why he was speaking to a song was besides him, but he felt a connection with it. Like it was telling him about his life, rather than advising. He didn't like being told what to do.

He didn't like knowing that his relationship with Caroline could be over.

I can hear her say I love you like it was yesterday
and I can see it written on her face that she had never felt this way
one day I thought I'd see her with her daddy by her side and violins would play
here comes the bride

Here comes goodbye

Klaus banged the steering wheel hard with his hand, screaming NO as every beam in his bone was quaking with fear. He was rebelling against the fate within the song it won't end like this. This song wasn't the story of his life. Things can change. Things will change.

He stared down in hatred at his radio. Listening to that one line before Klaus rapidly switched it off. It left the car in silence, as he shook his head in angst.

It was not time to say goodbye.


I took my own advise and listened to this song as I was editing. As soon as the music started I felt like crying without reading the story. This is such a sad song. Tell me some of you cried, right? Please tell me I did something right xo