Too Late

This is probably angst and it's based off the last scene of Gone with the Wind

Wasn't it funny how you could fight a feeling for so long and then in one breathless moment realize that it was useless?

That was how Caroline felt as she ran, oh she ran, to him. Because she finally could admit to herself that somewhere along the line she had fallen in love with him. And he had to know, she had to tell him.

His front door was open, so she entered his house, only to find him in the front room, back to her, packing a box. "Klaus?"

"Caroline." He greeted, none of the usual warmth she was used to from him in his voice, as he turned toward her. "What do you want?"

Suddenly the prospect of telling him how she felt struck her with fear. "I… what are you doing?"

"I'm leaving Mystic Falls. It's time for me and my family to leave."

"Aren't you going to ask me to come with you again?" Caroline asked, half-jokingly, half angry that he seemed to have been planning to leave without telling her.

"Why should I? You've made your feelings for me more than clear love. I don't need to be told again."

She approached him slowly, stopping several steps away from him. "I was lying. To myself, to you. I— I realized I love you Klaus, and i don't want you to leave. I want you to stay."

"That's unfortunate Caroline, because I'm leaving."

She was desperate, angry at him for leaving her. Everyone left her, and he… well she could admit now that of all the people in her life, she wanted him to leave the least. "Didn't you hear what I said? I love you Klaus!"

"I heard. That's your problem sweetheart." With those words, he picked up a suitcase and headed for the door.

"I love you, I thought you loved me too!" She yelled after him, desperate to stop his departure, to make him see that she cared about him; a part of her wondered if he would ever believe her after everything she had said and done.

He stopped in his tracks, but he still didn't turn towards her. "I thought I did once. But any love I had turned to hate. And frankly love, I don't give a damn if you realized you love me. It doesn't matter anymore." And with those cutting words, he walked out the door, out of her life as she sank to the floor in tears, one thought, just one thought, swirling in her mind over and over again.

I was too late.

A/N: Okay, several notes, sorry. I'm sorry if you've made a request and I haven't gotten to it yet, I'm waiting for the inspiration for several of them. And also, I'm changing my pen name from Twistz of Doom to shipatfirstsight, because I have no idea what I was thinking when I picked that, but I didn't want to do change it without warning you first. And for next time, I have two angst and one smut piece in the works.

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