This is a sad, sad drabble.

Her first thought was not for her, not for the friends that would surely start dropping dead, not for the world and the havoc Silas would surely wreck on it now, not for her own life that would end soon enough.

Caroline's first thought as she hung up the phone was that it couldn't be true. Klaus was a constant, he was always there. They had spent the better part of a year trying to kill him. He couldn't be dead. It wasn't true. Her brain refused to accept it.

He was supposed to show her the world. How dare he die? He had promised her. She should have known he was lying about that, and then she laughed at her own irrational anger. Like he had wanted to die.

Caroline's laugh broke off in a sob. He was dead. A part of her, a very large part, had thought he would be there in a year, a century, when she was ready. She was just a teenager, she didn't really know what she wanted in life yet. The idea that he would be there though, should she ever give in to the part of her that wanted him, had been comforting, in it's own crazy way, because Klaus being a comfort to her was crazy, right?

But it wasn't really, she realized. He was the one who had been there, who had listened to her, who cared about her. Who put her first.

And he was gone now. She had never even really given him a chance. And it was too late now, now that she was willing to admit that she wanted him. On a carnal level, yes, he was a very attractive man, but she wanted the relationship side with him. He was sophisticated, he was a man to the boys she had dated. She wondered what that would have been like.

And then she wondered, what it would have been like to kiss him, to be held in his arms, to feel his body against hers.

She would never know now, and it was her fault. Caroline had been so concerned with appearances, and what everyone would think, instead of following her heart.

The drive to the Mikaelson mansion was torture, and it was hard to see through her tears which were now flowing freely down her face. She wanted to be with him. If she was going to die that day, she was going to die near him.

Stefan had brought the body here, thinking that once Elijah and Rebekah made it back from their trip they would like to bury him, or at the very least see their brother one last time.

She raced up the stairs; she wasn't sure how long it would take for her body to give out from the bloodline clause, but she didn't want to take any chances right now. She couldn't die without seeing him one more time, she refused.

The door nearest the art studio was what she assumed was his bedroom, and pushing it open, Caroline's suspicions were confirmed. He was there, on the bed, grayed and lifeless, a gaping hole in his chest from the stake Silas had plunged into him, his torso and shirt burnt. She released a sob at the sight, rushing to the bed, laying beside him.

It made it more real, seeing him like this. She had to admit that he was dead. She wrapped her arms around him, for the first time in their relationship willingly, and that caused another gasping sob to bubble in her throat.

"I was falling in love with you Klaus." She whispered, right before the pain racked her body.

When Elijah and Rebekah got there hours later to find two bodies instead of one, they merely glanced at each other in sad wonder. They buried Klaus and Caroline together, together in death as they had never been in life.

So I'm going to go cry now