Dream

Memory Lane

Images flooded my brain. Dreams that weren't dreams but memories. Visions I once thought I had, turned to plots of reality. What I had once thought a dream, turned to be my life story.

"Caroline, stay." He says to me. "Live here in New Orleans with me... with Hope." I look at him sadly.

"Klaus, I can't. I... I have a life I can't just put on hold every five minutes!" I say a bit louder than intended. "Thank you for being there after my mother died, when no one else was there for me. Thank you for that wonderful trip to Europe. But... I need to go."

Flashes once again fill in the empty spaces as I prepare myself for another memory. A memory of me crying on a plane.

"Would you like something to drink?" Said a flight attendant.

"No, Thank you." I say looking out the window.

"Miss, are you ok?" She asks.

"Yes, I am fine." I say not looking at her. "Thank you." With that I felt her leave. A set of tears rolled down my eyes.

Suddenly I was back home, in Mystic Falls. I remember thinking.

Wow, this place hasn't changed much. As I walked inside I felt a wave of sadness swallow me whole with the thought of my mother. It was well past ten o'clock, I went upstairs to my mother's room and sat down in the foot of her bed. Slowly I began to lay down, tears were just pouring down my face.

"Caroline?" I heard Bonnie's voice coming from downstairs. But I just lay there, crying for my mother... and for Klaus. My heart ached, I didn't want to leave New Orleans, Hope, Klaus. I just cried into my mother's pillow. Suddenly I felt a pair of arms embrace me tightly.

"It's ok, Care." Said Bonnie. "It'll all be ok." I grabbed hold of her arms and cried into Bonnie.

"It hurts Bonnie."

"What hurts Caroline? Leaving New Orleans and adventure... or leaving Klaus?" She asked holding me tighter.

"Both." I say simply. I felt her nod. "Do you hate me?" I ask. And she chuckles lightly.

"Care, I can't hate you for falling in love. I may not like him very much, but I like him better when he is with you." She says. I turn around to face her.

"I left him Bonnie." I say crying again. She just pulled me into another hug. "I had to."

"I know." Was all I heard.

Then came another...

I was cooking at home. Not like I needed to, but it had been two weeks since I left Klaus. And every time I thought about it, it hurt more. So I needed a distraction. I was listening to the T.V lady talk about how you needed to be in constant care of the chicken since it was soaking in sauce. Then there was a knock on my door. I wiped my hands on my waist apron and then took it off.

"Who is it?" I asked from the hallway. I didn't see anyone outside my door, but I opened it anyway. When I did, I saw a figure sitting in the porch swing. A figure to familiar. My heart began to race. "Klaus?" I asked.

"Thought I might pay you a visit love." He says getting up and walking towards me. "See how you are doing." He says inches away. Then moving his head towards the hallway. "But I see your doing quite fine, may I ask what you are cooking?" He says.

"Chicken. Would you like to acompany me?" I ask mocking him a bit. He smiles.

"Do you have dinner for three?" He asks. Three?