Elijah Mikaelson Collection

It Will Always Be You

"I can't keep doing this." He said with a shake of his head as he looked at Y/N. He knew if he didn't have the conversation now, it would only be worse later.

Y/N's eyes dropped to her hands as she took in the words. Her fingers played with the elegant lace that covered her wrist. "I never expected you to." She said before biting down on her lip.

Y/N knew what this meant. She knew he was about to walk out on her just as everyone else had. She knew that after all this time he saw everything she had warned him about and finally decided to leave. She didn't blame him. Not one bit. She knew that he wasn't the first to do this and part of her knew he wasn't going to be the last one to do it either.

"At least you realized it before I walked down the aisle, right?" She tried to make light of the situation. Her hands ran up her arms, over the lace that she had spent hours debating if it had been a good addition to the dress she was currently wearing.

"Y/N, I-" He tried to find the words he could use to explain his reasons on why he had waited so long. But nothing came to mind.

"Just go." She said with a shake of her head.

I have this nightmare

You woke up one morning and changed your mind

I have irrational fears we've talked over a hundred times

Y/N shot up in her bed as she woke up from her nightmare. She brought her hand up to rub it along her face as she tried to calm her racing heart. After a moment, her hand reached out in the dark to the side of the bed next to her. But when she did so, her hand met emptiness before landing on the sheets beside her.

Panic rose inside of her as she quickly turned to her side and switched on the bedside lamp. As she turned to look at the other side of her bed, her eyes widened as she took in the emptiness beside her. That side of the bed had still been, for the most part, made as if no one had slept on that side.

Her mind tried to put things together what happened before she had gone to bed. But there were also the thoughts that her nightmare had fed in her mind that were loud and becoming hard to ignore.

Had she really been dreaming? Or had she been reliving a memory that played out to be her worst fear?

But as she looked around, everything in the room had been unchanged. There wasn't a half empty closet or empty drawers that were left open in a rush to leave. There was no evidence that the nightmare her mind created had been real.

This wasn't the first time she had this particular nightmare. Over the course of the last few years, she'd been having them when the doubts she tried to keep at bay pushed their way in. If anything, they became worse after she had gotten engaged. Even though Y/N knew they were dreams, it didn't stop her mind from taking the thought and running wild with it.

Every time she had these nightmares of hers, Elijah had been there to help her through them. He was there to remind her that he hadn't gone anywhere and that he had no intention of going anywhere for the foreseeable future. His heart was hers just as much as her's was his. Elijah was happy to remind her of that whenever she needed it.

Though it didn't answer where her fiance was in that moment. While it was the middle of the night, it was evident that he hadn't made his way to bed after she had. Y/N understood that there was always something that managed to keep the Mikaelsons up late with a new threat in the city.

Getting up out of bed, she left the comfort of their room and made her way down the hall. As she did, she wrapped her arms around herself, her hands rubbing her arms at the slight chill that flowed through the open space of the compound that reached her.