A/N: Ok, so full disclosure, this is based off of my previous relationship. Of course, it won't be exactly except for the break up, the rest is all made up to entertain you. I hope you like it!


Loving someone is a curse.

Yes, you do have the moments that are forever cherished and there is the obvious connection of souls that makes you just be blissfully happy. You are sharing your life with someone that wants to be there; with someone that is happy by only having you in their presence. Of course! That is what love is. Loving someone else's company because the solemn sight of them makes you smile. Seeing them smile or laugh automatically makes an awful day better for you.

Love is all consuming…until the person you love makes you regret you ever let yourself feel this way. It takes one simple phrase to have your heart shattered.

"I don't love you anymore." He said to me. It wasn't even a conversation that we were having; it was completely off topic. We were talking about what we wanted to eat; a civilized conversation that everyone has every single day. Yet, for some reason he felt like it was the perfect time to say it, more so, to blurt it out.

"What?" I whispered hearing every single heartbeat slow down and become louder by the minute; feeling every single heartbeat throughout my body. I felt nauseous; I had to take a seat. He stared at me as I sat, and I knew that he wasn't sure on how to go along with this conversation. I could see the wheels spinning in his head; he was never good to talk about his feelings. He was more of the type of guy that showed it more than spoke it. So, right now, knowing that he had to explain himself, he was at loss for words.

"Will you just say something?" I added, a little frustrated. He already said the words I never wanted to hear in my life, there is no way he can turn it around and say that he was just kidding.

To be completely honest, I had been seeing him become more distant with me. Every time I wanted to have sex with him for the past month, he would make up an excuse as to why he couldn't. Me, being in love, didn't see this as him falling out of love, I was lying to myself though. We went from having sex every day to having sex every week.

I saw as he scratched the back of his messy dirty blonde hair. He wouldn't look me in the eyes, and he knew how much that irritated me.

"You like someone else?" I finally asked. At that exact moment he met my eyes, his were bloodshot red, he was holding in his tears. It was a brief interaction, yet, I felt what he was feeling.

"No." He responded.

"I need you to speak to me, I need you to talk and tell me what's going on because," I inhaled a breath as I broke into tears. "Just tell me what went wrong?" He took a few steps towards me before he pushed a chair out and he took a seat.

"Caroline, you did nothing. This was all me, I just don't feel the same way." He replied. "I see you and I don't feel the same way I did when we first started dating." I was now full on crying, but I still kept my eyes on him.

"When did you notice you didn't love me?"

"3 months ago." He breathed out.

I know I shouldn't show him how much he was affecting me, but 6 years of my life were given to him and now it was all ending. I couldn't stop myself from crying, I couldn't hold the tears in because this was emotionally destroying me. If I could see my heart, it would be cracked. I hadn't felt such pain as this ever in my life. People tell you how it feels, you see it in the movies, but you never know how it truly feels until it happens to you. I felt like I couldn't breathe, I had to get out of there.

"Caroline, please don't cry." He cooed, making the attempt to touch me.

"No." I stated as I stood up and took some steps away from him. "No, Klaus! You can't tell me you don't love me anymore and expect me to be ok!" He let a single tear fall, standing up as well. "Please, don't touch me." I added as I held both of my hands up. "Don't touch me."

"Caroline, I'm sorry." He kept saying. "You have to understand that I never meant to hurt you."

"Hurt me?" I spat. "You weren't feeling love for me in the last 3 months and instead of telling me then, you decided to keep it to yourself, you selfish bastard!" I slapped him. I know I shouldn't have slapped him, but my emotions were all over the place. I wasn't calm and I had no intention of being it. I was letting anger take over me because it was literally keeping me sane from the total heartbreak. "Then, you just blurt out that you don't love me," I threw my hands up. "Like if you were saying, I need to use the loo." I mocked his British accent.

"Caroline," He tried again, getting near me. I pushed him away.

"No! Go! Leave and never come back! You are such a son of a bitch Niklaus Mikaelson!" I kept pushing him, but he was too strong, and he stood his ground. "Go!" I yelled again before I let my guard down and he hugged me. I let the sadness take over now and I knew that my tears were not going away anytime soon. He hugged me tightly and even though it felt comforting, his words kept ringing inside of my head.

I cried and I cried until I was too exhausted to cry and not until then was when I pushed myself off him. He looked like he was sad, yet, I knew he wasn't feeling the same as me. He was the one that ended it, of course he will be able to sleep peacefully tonight.

"Can you just tell me what went wrong?" I whispered, wiping my tears away.

"I," He exhaled. "You want the truth?"

"Yes, I don't care how painful it is, you already shot the worst line ever, anything after that is just white noise." He nodded and then he looked at me.

"I felt stuck. I saw my friends having fun, partying and I felt…stuck." He said. "We got together really young and we never had our 'single life' experience. Caroline, I love you, but I am not in love with you anymore. And seeing how I felt this way was preventing me from being happy and making you happy, I just had to end it. It's to better our lives, trust me sweetheart."

I just slowly nodded my head before I turned around and I walked away from him. I said nothing and it was mostly because I wasn't sure what to say after that.

"Oh yeah, that sounds great! Go find yourself."

No, I wouldn't be able to say something I didn't feel. Not at this moment. I didn't want to comfort him, I didn't want to say something that would make him feel like he was doing the right thing. Right now, all that matters is me and how I will be able to sleep at night knowing that now he is a free man, partying how he wanted to.