Hiiiiiiiiiii my lovely peoples. So... about ASOUE Diaries. Yeah. I'm still doing that but i have writers block and with all this corona stuff school and everything has been super crazy preparing for it. Now that I'm doing online school hopefully I will have more time to work on it.

Any way, thanks to my amazing, supportive BFF, Jennie, as usual, cause i make her listen to me rant and read my stories before i post them.

And thank you all for reading the random stuff I post even though it's probably really bad.

Oh and also, this did not really go where I thought it would end up. So i'm really sorry if it's terrible.

And one last thing... Please comment cause i love reading what you have to say and I will try to respond. And you can have imaginary unicorn babies.

Isadora ran past her brothers and out the front door. She didn't stop running until she reached the tall sturdy tree she loved to climb. She reached up and took ahold of the lowest branch.

She felt so weak, so numb, but climbing came effortlessly nonetheless. She thought she should feel sad, angry, even scared. But she was emotionless.

This isn't happening. They were lying to us. She told herself this with every new branch she took hold of.

When she reached the top she stood staring out into the sky, but not really seeing anything.

Her brothers used to say, "Our Izzy. She can't be broken."

And now here she was, standing at the top of the tree, broken. Broken like a pencil snapped in half by a bully. Broken like a vase shattered on the floor. Broken like a torn piece of artwork. Broken like an old house left to rot. Broken like her family was broken apart so suddenly. Broken like a young girl who fell so hard into love and was left with nothing.

She suddenly became so overcome with grief that she had to grip tightly to the trunk beside to keep from falling. But at the same time she wanted nothing more than to fall. To hit the ground hard. Just to know something in her life was still solid enough to hold her.

She stayed there for a while. She had lost all concept of time.

Only when she finally began to climb down, did she notice the numbness in her hands from the cold wind and the throbbing in her feet from standing on that branch for so long and the sting where a branch had slashed at her finger. But she didn't care. As she climbed branches pulled at her hair. But she didn't care. All she could think was how unfair this world was.

She tried to tell herself she didn't need him. That she could live without him. But deep down she knew it wasn't true. She did need him.

When she reached the bottom of the tree all her missing emotions came swirling back and she had to fight hard to stay on her feet. But why bother if there was no one to keep standing for, she thought, falling to her knees. And for the first time, a single tear fell down her cheek.

And as if the world couldn't hate her enough, it started pouring. It was fast and hard.

She stood up and stumbled toward the door. She was met by her brothers. Quigley silently wrapped a towel around her shivering body.

She couldn't take this anymore. She wrapped her arms around Quigley's neck sobbing into his shoulder.

He gently lifted her up and carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom.

She fell into a restless sleep.

When she next woke, she found an envelope sitting on her bedside table. Isadora It said in perfect handwriting. His handwriting.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't open it. At least not yet.

She heard a soft knocking on her door. "Izzy, It's Duncan. Can I come in?"

She didn't say anything. She didn't feel like she could talk right now.

He slowly opened the door. "There is someone here to see you," he said.

Again, she said nothing.

"I know you want me to tell them to go away. But I promise you want to see them."

That wasn't true. The only person she wanted to see right now was Klaus.

"Just trust me Iz."

She visibly tightened.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

No one called her that. No one except him.

"I'm just gonna bring them up," he said, barely above a whisper.

Soon he appeared back at her room.

"I'll be downstairs if you need anything."

She nodded. He turned around and left the room. When her guest stepped into her room she gasped.

"Hi, Iz."

Suddenly she became angry. How could someone do this to her.

"How do you know he called me that? How did you know where to find me?"

"I-"

"Get out," she said, not giving him a chance to explain.

"But I-"

"If you can't leave then I will. I don't know what your plan is, but I will not let you get me."

"But Iz..." The door shut in his face. "It's really me. Klaus," He said softly, knowing she couldn't hear.

He stood there staring at the door for a minute before Duncan dragged her back in. "Listen to him," he was saying.

"You have to prove it's really you," She said, turning to him. "People don't just come back alive."

"I never died. It was all fake. It was the only way we could live safely."

"You have to prove it to me."

"If I wasn't really Klaus, I wouldn't know about this."

He tore open a seam on the inside of his jacket and took out a photo and a scrap of paper. I love you forever always, Iz. The photo was of the two of them. Isadora was on Klaus's back and they were both laughing. She remembered the day they had seen these into their coats together.

She took out her jacket tearing open the seam. Her photo and paper tumbled to the floor. She lifted the paper. I'll never love anyone like you, Klaus.

He held his out to her. She placed them together so they formed a heart.

"It's really you," She whispered.

"Yes, it's me."

Suddenly she was in his arms, and she was crying, and she never wanted to let go ever again.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ever left you that day."

"You did what you had to."

"No. No I didn't. I realized this one night while lying awake. I didn't do what I really needed. What I needed was you." He paused. "When we were just younger I promised myself that when I got older and inherited money, the first thing I was going to do was go straight to the store and buy you an engagement ring. And I intend to keep that promise. I know that this is the most informal way I could possibly do this, but I'm doing it just the same. Tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday. Come with me to the store, and we'll pick out the nicest one they have. Please, Iz. Marry me," he said over her shoulder.

"Yes, Klaus. Yes."

"Thank you, Iz."

"Thank you, Klaus."

Soooooo... Did you like it?

I really hope you liked it cause I don't really like the ending.

Anyway. Please please pleas please please comment. I love reading what you have to say and I will try really hard to respond. And as I said before, if you do I will send you imaginary unicorn babies.

Love ya fans,

Addie