So um, this was really just supposed to be a drabble that got out my frustration, but apparently lots of people liked it so I guess I'm going to continue. These will probably just be drabbles/snippets because I never really planned a whole big plot for this. But they will all piggyback off each other, so they all still flow. If you feel like sending a request through PM or comments, I will try to work them in.

So since I'm still depressed, this one will still be sad.

There's Nothing "Good" About Goodbye

"Hello, love. It's been a day since I last spoke to you." Klaus sighed. He was not good at the grieving process and to be honest, he'd never really done it before. He'd always just shook it off and moved on. And yet here he was, standing at the grave of a baby vampire, the same baby vampire who had stolen his heart.

Why was it always so hard to say the right thing to her?

He reached into his pocket and took out her cell phone. He had swiped in from her room the previous night, desperate to see if his final words had reached her, or if she had died not knowing. He also wanted the piece of plastic as one last reminder of her. It was the same cell phone he had "blown up" just a few weeks ago when he'd thought he was dying, It was also the same cell phone that currently displayed "One New Voice Message."

He wasn't sure what thought hurt him the most.

The fact that she hadn't heard his message to her, or the fact that she never would.

He had wanted nothing more than to hear her voice and while he had been slightly disappointed at hearing her "I'm sorry I missed your call…" he had thought he would hear it again.

Now that voice message was all he had.

He dismissed the notification and noticed that the message box was opened. He clicked on it to see a draft was saved, one last unsent message. He decided whoever she had felt the need to text in her last moments deserved the message she was going to send, so he clicked on the message prepared to just hit "Send," until he noticed who it was addressed to.

Klaus,

I know you probably won't ever see this, but I wanted to say goodbye. I can't call because at this point my throat feels like it's been torn out. I know you're gone, and too far away to save me this time. But I wanted to say thank you. Thinking back to our last argument, I realize that you've saved my life four times, even though you put it in danger twice. But you are one of the few people who believed in me, who thought I was better than a small town. So for that I thank you. And I never got to thank you for giving me my perfect prom night. I wouldn't have had it without your help in my moment of need. If you read this, don't feel bad that you weren't here, it's kind of my thing to be the one attacked. But because of you, at least I got my perfect last dance. Goodbye Klaus, I wish we had more time to be friends. Caroline.

Klaus' vision dulled as he read her name and the tears began to fall down his face, leaving behind shining, winding tracks. She had texted him. Her last message had been to him.

Looking up from the cell's screen to the gravestone in front of him, he felt his heart break again.

She had died seeing him as a friend.

She hadn't hated him when she died.

She had said goodbye.

She wouldn't be around to pull him out of dark places anymore.

She wouldn't be around to be his light.

If she had still been alive, she would have been his friend, even if only for a little while.

She had been grateful to him for a dress, as if he had gone out of his way to procure it.

She hadn't hated him.

For some reason, this hurt him all the more.

Turning from the gravestone, no longer able to sit and speak to her engraved name, Klaus walked away with two parting words.

"Goodbye, friend."

Hope this helps you channel those depressing feelings. That's pretty much all I can write about at the moment.

So now I will go study for finals.

I encourage you to read my other two multichapter fics: Fire Away and Fear. They have more sweetness to them.

Let me know what you think!