4x15 Reaction Drabble-Ensemble not Klaroline. Everyone is crying and hurt.
Rebekah was left on the Island, all of Kol's crazy mutterings taunting her memory. The look of fear in Shane's eyes as he grasped her leg and uttered the warlock's name sent shivers down her spine. The urge to get back home to alert Klaus and Elijah gripped her, frantically digging out her phone praying there was still battery. If half of what Kol said was true she feared for the lives of her brothers.
Matt cried in his truck, unable to be strong for his friends any longer. His oldest friend was no gone, the memory of Jeremy's name on the wall in faded paint being his only beacon of hope. How many of his friends would have to die before this craziness was over?
Elena lay down on the wet asphalt of the street as neighbors began pouring out of their homes to see whose home was burning. All of them nodding their heads and placing hands over their hearts to see little Elena Gilbert too cold to do anything as fire sirens wailed in the background.
Stefan and Damon watched her with great trepidation, unsure if they had made the right choice. Was letting Elena block everything out the best thing to do after losing so much? Would she ever forgive them when it was time for her emotions to flow back into her broken heart? Would that be enough to heal the wounds?
Bonnie and Shane chatted on about who they would pick for their next sacrifice. Thoughts of everyone coming back to her thrilled Bonnie, she finally would have everyone she loved back again. She could happy again. But at the cost of bringing back Mikael or Esther? Even for her that was a bit too much. But Shane said all the right words, silver tongued promises of seeing Jeremy again. Bonnie never noticed the glinting madness in his eyes, when hers glazed over in day dreams of happily ever after.
Caroline cried into her pillow, hurt that Tyler wouldn't call back. She was scared for Elena because her friend that she loved was no longer there. Damon and his stupid self took away her best friend and she didn't know what to do any longer. She clutched tighter onto the pillow, bringing it to her chest. She needed someone to wrap their arms around her and for once let her cry until she could cry no further.
Klaus shoveled out dirt deep in the caverns of Mystic Falls; each shovelful of earth filling his nose with the rich scent of earth. Memories of a lifetime long ago when he earned his life by the sweat of his brow and the strength of his back gave him the drive to press on with his task. A coffin inscribed with the letters of his little brother's name resting to the side. He would bury Kol in the same place Henrik was buried; it would be the last honor he could give.
Silas left Bonnie's house hours later, his lips quirked in a deadly smirk. They were almost completely broken, almost desperate enough for them to come running to him, begging to bring back their loved ones. The supernaturals just needed one more push, one more death, and then he would be able to begin his plan. He would break them all.