Caroline:
There wasn't anything to be said it seemed. He was talking to her; he forgave her without words. She knew it. She knew it from his soft brown eyes. She knew it from something inside of her, with every fiber of her body, she felt him forgiving her. There was a connection, a feeling somewhere below her heart. It swelled up inside of her and poured into her eyes.
Tyler:
She started to tear up, and something inside of him roared. Make it stop. Every fiber of him wanted to make her stop crying. He had walked away, and he knew that it was wrong. But he had been angry, and he didn't want to hurt her. Anger had been coming in ebbs, anything and everything would make him angry. Maybe it was the wolf phenomena, but he suspected that it was more a combination of wolf, the sudden shock of knowing that he was a wolf, and the enigma that was Caroline Forbes. But he wasn't angry anymore. Not at her. He was angry at that Damon and his brother. And at Elena. Stupid vampires and doppelgangers and all of that was spinning around in his head, and he was tired. Just tired. But looking at her, and the tears that were threatening to fall made him calm, and then they made him sad. He started towards her, very slowly, and she did the same.
Caroline:
They stopped in the middle, about three inches away from each other, and still they didn't talk. There seemed to be no need to. The heat was radiating off of him from his run, and Caroline surmised that because he was a werewolf, he was always going to be hot. Temperature hot. Feewwhhhh. Breathe Caroline. But she couldn't. That intense connection was still there. She couldn't explain it but every emotion that Tyler was feeling, she could feel it too. He was angry, then he was sad, and now he was just exhausted.
He began, "I'm…I…sorry for leaving.." His eyes were tired; they were still the same as Caroline saw two nights again. Helpless. She mouthed "it's okay" and they turned and walked silently back to the house.
Caroline Forbes had never been in Tyler Lockwood's bedroom before. Not during any of the Founders Day events, not when they were kids, never. She had spent a significant amount of her early childhood with Tyler Lockwood and the later years avoiding him. And then years after that being rather neutral to him. Tyler was Elena's really good friend [and Caroline's sorta friend], Matt's best friend, kind of a jerk, acquaintance, casual 'hi' type of friend. That's it. But still, after 17 years of knowing Tyler, never had she been in here.
It was unlike the untouchable grandeur of the rest of the Lockwood Mansion. It was simple. Smooth angular cedar furniture, dark bed spread, plain walls. If someone were to describe the room, that is what they would say. But Caroline noticed more. She walked to the desk and ran her hand over it; it had a work surface, and put up slightly messily were rough sketches. Caroline continued walking; beside the dresser were sets for free weights and thrown on top of them was a football. Tyler's keys and spare change cluttered the top of the dresser. She walked past the dresser to the large bay window, two pillows were stalked up on one side and sitting in front of them was a sketchpad, open to a page. Caroline wanted to look closer but in the background she heard doorknob turning and sped to the bed. She plunked herself on the edge, her feet dangling above the floor.
Hope you guys liked this part, its longer [a bit!] thanks to Lizy [zvforever] for being an amazing person and beta-ing the chapter
So I know there is not a whole lot of action in this part, but the connection is really important for further in the story. Them feeling each others emotions is going to play an important part.
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