NOTHING CHANGES | e. mikaelson

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Elijah's POV

I don't know why I was going to the grill, I had no reason too, I guess I was hoping she would be there, hoping I would be able to see her even if I couldn't talk to her, I don't care.

I want to see her, that's all

When I got there I seen her walking out of the grill, making me a smile at the fact that I was right, but my smile quickly fell as I seen that she hadn't lifted her head and she wasn't walking with the confidence she normally carries

Because of the fact that she never lifted he head, she walks straight into my chest, immediately apologising before she even looks at me

But I wish she never did. Because once I seen the tears streaming down her cheeks and the pain in her eyes I felt my heart shatter

"Elijah" she said, her voice breaking as if it hurts to talk, I'm not sad anymore, now I just want to kill whoever is responsible for causing her such pain

"What happened?" I ask "What's wrong"

She must have now noticed her tears and quickly wipes them away, wanting to pretend that they were never there in the first place "Nothing, nothing happened, nothings wrong"

I stare at her intently, not believing a word that is coming out of her mouth "What happened" I say more sternly now

She shakes her head, rapidly, avoiding my line of sight "It's nothing, I promise"

"Then look at me in the eye when you say that"

She looks up at the sky for a second before finally meeting my eye and taking a deep breath "I'm fine" she's lying

Oh, my love

I nod slowly, looking around before grabbing hold of her hand "Come on"

She, surprisingly, doesn't jerk her hand away, but follows me instead "Where are we going?"

"You'll see"

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Something I had realised over the years is that, people tend to hide their sadness and replace it with happiness, even if it was fake

My mother and father did it, my sibling do it, and I do too

And that's fine, I guess. People have different ways of dealing with their problems, some hide it, act like nothing is wrong and that everything is perfect. Some ask for help, some people actually appreciate the help that is being given and welcome it with open arms

I wish Arabella did that, because I can't bare to see her in pain

Knowing that something is making her upset and not knowing what it is is killing me inside. She hasn't said a word since we got in my car, she didn't put on music, she didn't make little sarcastic remarks that I parent to hate, she's just been sitting in silence while I drive

I wish she trusted me enough to tell me what's going on, she did once before, but I destroyed that and I fear that she will never let me back in. If she doesn't I don't think I'll ever recover

We pull up to the old Salvatore house, or at least what's left on it. Arabella doesn't say anything a first, she only un-clicks her seatbelt but stay put on the seat

"What are we doing here?" she asks in a fragile voice I hate so much

"You once told me how you would love to take me a tour around your house, I think now would be the perfect time" I explain, being careful with my choice of words

She looks at me, her eyes wide in shock "You remember that?"

"Of course I do" I reply with a soft smile "I remember everything when it comes to you"