A/N: Contains MAJOR SPOILERS for Furious 7. If you don’t want any, please don’t read. You don’t have to have watched the movies to read this. This is the angstiest thing I’ve ever written. I was crying when I wrote this, but I was also still reeling from the movie haha. Klaroline as Dom x Letty.
We Live to Reminisce
Caroline feels her heart lodged in her throat. He’s standing there, in front of her, his eyes boring into her like he’s reaching for her soul. And all she can do is stand by and watch him reach for someone who can’t reach back into his.
She doesn’t know how she got so lucky, and that’s exactly the problem.
Klaus had brought her back to the race wars, thinking it would trigger something. He’d been doing everything for the past few months to bring back the woman he fell in love with, and, albeit, he claims that it would make no difference to him if she never came back, she knows that she disappoints him.
It tears her up at night, knowing that she is the reason for the hint of moroseness in his eyes when he doesn’t think she’s looking. He still mourns her, the woman who died in that fatal accident. She desperately wants to offer him solace, if only she could just remember.
She felt like a stranger masquerading as the love of his life, like she didn’t deserve all the unyielding love that he presents her with.
“Klaus…” Her hand reaches up to caress his stubbly face. His tender eyes only exacerbated the agony of the gradual shattering of her heart. “I can’t do this to you any longer.”
His hands grasped her hips and his eyes widened slightly in alarm. “Do what? Caroline, love, did you not enjoy yourself?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” She smiles, sadness still on her lips. “You take me to the race wars and everyone, especially you, see someone else. They see the woman who died. They called me ‘Ghost Girl’ because it’s the truth.” Caroline turns around, her eyes returning to her tombstone. “I’m not her. I know that you and everyone else want me to be, but I can’t.”
Klaus touched her shoulder, and she turned around. “You are her. It doesn’t matter how much you remember, because at the core, you are the same woman who is the only one on Earth who can pull me back from the abyss, even as I cease to believe it myself.”
He’s looking at her with those eyes still, the ones that burn hotter than any car explosion she has ever felt. It’s like she’s dying all over again, but all she feels is Klaus by her side.
“It’s not fair to you and it’s not fair to me,” she pleads. “You look at me with fifteen years worth of memories. And I can only recall less than a year’s worth. You look at me and expect someone who’s known you for your entire life, and I can’t give that to you. I’m sorry.” It looked like he wanted to say something but she cut him off. “You can’t love me like someone else. And I’m not even sure who I am at this point. I need time to find myself. This isn’t goodbye. But I need time alone.”
She begins to walk away, but Klaus pulls her back to him, crushing his lips against hers harshly. He clutches her soft body against him, like she might disappear in his arms. His lips are soft and warm, a stark contrast to the almost bruising movement of his lips. She feels it, all his fears and the depth of his love for her.
Even without her memories, she has fallen for him irrevocably, though not as deeply as he clearly feels for her. She pours her heart into the kiss, reassuring him that his love is not unrequited.
She reluctantly pulls away and her finger touches her swollen lips, still feeling Klaus. Her eyes blink back the tears and try to push away the ache in her chest. She makes the mistake of meeting his eyes again.
“Come back to me.”
He watches her leave, like his entire world goes dark.