She was dead, and there was nothing he could do to change that. For all his power, all his minions, and all his allies, he failed to keep her from dying. Her dead body, now covered, lay on his bed. His relatives and her friends all tried their best to save her, but in vain. In the end, they respected their need to be alone, away from everyone, in a dream world he made just for them. The perfect afternoon at a corner cafe in New Orleans... just talking. Just enjoying the sun and holding hands.

He never allowed himself to give in to his feelings for her. He used to keep her at arm's length, close but not intimate. Even then, he believed himself selfish enough to keep her close and give in to his need to have her in his life. He knew that being connected to him meant trouble and danger for her.

Scratch that, he thought. He is not that big of an asshole to deprive her of her freedom of choice (not even after her death). Cami stayed in NOLA for him, yes, but because it was her choice. She knew the dangers and willingly put herself at risk to help him and all the people she cared for and she wouldn't have it any other way.

She was like family to him, and he was the only family she had left. She needed him as much as he needed her. They shared a connection; it was as if she and he shared the same soul.

When they met, she was as alone and as damaged as he was—well, not that damaged, but for someone in her early 20s, Camille had experienced more than her fair share of misfortune, pain, loss, and despair. The first time he really looked into her eyes, he felt as if he were looking deep into her soul. A kindred sensation took him over. It was as if he had known her all his life.

She wasn't just a beautiful girl who caught his eye; she was someone who could understand him. He quickly dismissed the thought that something connected him to her and attributed his interest in her to her remarkable mind. She was brilliant, she was beautiful, and she glowed with the purity of someone who kept his humanity intact, despite his suspicion that she was no stranger to darkness.

"Niklaus," said to himself, "you were such a fool, wasting your precious time with her. Compelling her, throwing her into another man's arms, pushing her away just to accept in the end that you need her in your life, if only as a friend".

Elijah's words echo in his head: "She's mortal; she doesn't get any younger as you let time pass on. You have to decide what you want to do with her."

Now he knows he wasted his chance to be happy with her. It took him almost 3 years to surrender to his feelings and kiss her. And then hell broke loose once again. She died in his arms not once but twice. Camille, the brave bartender: his friend, his confidant, the love of his life, his soul. That invisible string, he used to feel connecting him to her is now broken. She left him to face his demons alone.

"How is Klaus?" Hayley asked Elijah. After the events of the night, Klaus left his room, leaving space for Camis's friends to say their goodbyes to her. He spent his time on the balcony, alone and in total silence. Silence followed his mute, heartbreaking cry as his beloved breathed her last breath.

When he returned to his room, a silk cover was over Cami's lifeless body. He wasn't ready to let go, so he remained there with her, planning his revenge.

Hayley entered the room to talk about funeral arrangements. Klaus, with a cold, detached voice, reminded her that they were still at war. There was no time for obituaries, as long as Lucien was alive and a threat to all of them.

At the end of the day, his family found a way to undo Lucien's power spell, and Klaus took his revenge for the deaths of Finn and Cami.

But as she warned him some time ago, he didn't find peace in revenge. He merely stood there next to her casket, numb and empty inside, unable to comprehend spending eternity without her by his side.

The weight of loss settled heavily on Klaus' shoulders, as he realized that even with Lucien gone, the void left by Cami's absence would never be filled.

He had to put his pieces together and deal with Marcel as Freya and Elijah betrayed Davina's trust.

They used the little witch as a way to draw magic from the ancestors. Freya used that new Ancestral Magic to defeat Lucien. However, Davina was left with the Ancestors to be tortured before her soul was shredded, a fate worse than death. She endured unimaginable suffering until her spirit was ultimately destroyed, leaving behind nothing but eternal agony.

Davina was a daughter to Marcel, and her loss by the original family hand was nothing he was willing to forgive. He vowed to seek revenge and make them pay for their actions. Betraying Davina, meant betraying him, killing his family was a clear indication that he was never really part of the Mikaelson family. He would make sure they regretted ever crossing him.

For the first time in centuries, Klaus was able to empathize. Not only he could understand the feelings of his adopted son, but he took full responsibility for his actions and the actions of his family letting things to this end.

Losing Camille, her last words to him, he had to try and make amends. He needed to reconnect with Marcel, be honest, and apologize for the wrongs of his ways, in raising him and holding him back.