since reveals are up for the klaroline valentines, i can officially post this everywhere else, so i decided to post it over to tumblr first. i wanted the klaroline bits to be a bit longer, but i was running rapidly out of time, so i may have to write a follow up at some point, since the ending is a bit ehh.
Caroline’s not exactly sure when she decided that she wouldn’t be joining Elena for college in Whitmore. Maybe it was after Bonnie went missing. Or maybe it was Elena disappeared into Damon for the entire summer even when she knew how much Caroline was hurting after Tyler had pretty much refused to come back since he was apparently too busy helping out packs around the States.
It had taken her a few missed phone calls on her behalf to realise that he wasn’t worth it anymore.
She deserved more. She deserved better.
So, they’d broken up (or rather Caroline had broken up with him) and she took off, with barely a goodbye behind her. If her friends didn’t have time for her, then she didn’t have time for them either. And honestly, she just wanted to be by herself for a while.
The fact that Stefan was the only one who had checked up on her stung a little, or more than a little, but she tried not to let it bother her too much. She was in London when he had tracked her down, a smile on his face, as he’d escorted her to lunch (and cocktails, of course). He’d left for Mystic Falls the next day, but he’d said that he just wanted to make sure she was okay.
He didn’t mention Elena or Tyler or anything about Mystic Falls, and for that she was grateful. He did mention that he was keeping an eye on her mother though (the only person she’d been in contact with) and for that she was happy. At least her mother would be safe, now that the villains were gone from Mystic Falls. For now, anyway, and if you didn’t include Damon.
“Don’t be a stranger,” he murmurs to her, as he hugs her goodbye. “You might be sick of Mystic Falls, and not that anyone blames you, but you can always call. I don’t know how I’d go without my sober coach for very long,” he grins, and she finds herself grinning back. “Besides, I could always take a break from Mystic Falls now and again.”
The text message had startled Kaytlinn. She’d only gotten a text once or twice from Tallulah before. Generally if the bartender couldn’t get in contact with Sean and needed someone to get him. It had always annoyed Kayt. She often felt the need to tell her, ‘I’m not your boss. I’m his girlfriend, not my problem’. She wanted to even now, but the tone of the text message didn’t feel like some stupid at work bullshit. It seemed like worry, fear.
“Sean and Dahlia need you.”
It was such a strange text to get from the girl, that she rushed herself to putting on a shoes and rushed down the stairs to the shop. She told Ryan to man it and that she’d be gone- call her if he needed her, and to run up stairs to check on Fluke. Whom was still on bedrest, by order of Kayt, till her body healed from the burns. She was thankful that Flame wasn’t far from her shop. The worry was increasing in her bones, Connor moving irratically in her belly as she made her way there. That when she saw the ambulance peel off, and worry struck her core. Rushing into Flame, her eyes darted all around. “Sean? Tallulah!” She shouted, heart racing as she went in. Sean had to be okay. Dahlia had to be okay. What was going on? Flashbacks to her friend’s motorcycle accident, and Kayts hours upon hours of waiting for the surgeries to be over, the fear striking her now was so much worse.
“God dammit to Hell, Knives, where are you?” she shouted, entering the back of the restaurant.