Brightened Days [Kol Mikaelson]

See You Again • THIRTY

"Said goodbye,
Turned around,
And you were gone, gone, gone.
Faded into the setting sun,
Slipped away."

• T h i r t y •
See You Again

I groaned, slowly stretching. "Good morning," a voice came from beside me. I looked over to my left to see the most beautiful sight in the world. Laying comfortably with his hands behind his head and his mouth tugged in a smile was my husband. "Sleep well, princess?" He asked turning his head to look at me.

I nodded in response while a grin graced my lips, on their own accord. Happiness felt like it was radiating off of me. "I slept perfectly, husband," I answered, rolling closer to him and hovering over his handsome face. "This is the best morning I've ever had. Hi, baby," I added softly, my nose brushing his.

"Hi, Mrs. Mikaelson," he whispered, reaching a hand up to cup my face. I leaned in to close the space between the two of us. Our lips met in the lightest, shortest, and sweetest kiss. When I pulled away, I paused to just stare into his brown eyes.

"There isn't enough time in the world to say or express all I feel for you," I admitted as dread filled me. This joy I felt was going to be short lived. I would miss these eyes, boring into mine and seeing right through. I would miss everything. His mischievous yet beautifully sculpted face, his bright smile, his kisses, the way his arms made me feel protected, the way his body fit with mine–

"Charlie, please," Kol sighed loudly, interrupting my thoughts. My brows raised as I snapped out of it quickly. I gulped as I saw an underlining hint of annoyance on his face. "You're graduating today. Let's just focus on that, okay?"

"How can I possibly focus on that?" I asked, frowning deeply. "Especially when... when tonight we have t-to say good b-bye? Indefinitely."

Kol didn't respond. He simply pulled himself into a sitting position against the headboard. "Princess, there's no need to get upset right now," he said gently, reaching out to grab me and pull me on his lap.

"No need?" I scoffed.

"Don't cry. Please, don't," he begged. He moved his hands to cup my face as my watery eyes boiled over. His thumbs gently brushed the tears rolling down my cheek and I pressed my lips together, trying not to sit her and bawl uncontrollably. But it was no use.

Here I was sitting on my husband's lap for possibly the last time. The entire room was filled with the smell of him I would miss. Every fiber in my body was on edge. How could I not be devastated over the fact I was going to have to lose him all over again? How could I embrace my future that didn't involve him? My whole life without my one true love? We had about eight months together. There was so much we needed to experience together. This wasn't enough to last me a lifetime. I needed more. More with him, more of him. Just so much more.

I don't know how long we sat there with his arms wrapped around me as I cried into his neck and shoulder. But when the river ran dry, he was kissing all over my face and my phone was blaring out my alarm that meant wake up and make up for today, my high school graduation.

I don't know exactly how long we sat there but when the river ran dry, he was kissing all over my face and my phone alarm was blaring. "I need to get ready," I mumbled.

"Hey, no, wait," he stopped me as I was scrambling off his lap and out of bed. I was on my feet at his bedside when his hand wrapped around my wrist. "Princess, it's going to be a good day. We are going to make it a good day. I don't want to spend my last day on Earth, watching the love of my life cry. You have time for that tomorrow and the next day and the day after that...You know, until you're over it–"