Unfortunately

ISADORA

Brown eyes.

I can still remember your brown eyes twinkling, whenever we would talk about something you love, something you enjoy, anything that makes you happy.

It was the first thing that I saw when I met you, when you entered the school cafeteria in Prufrock Prep, along with your sisters, Violet and Sunny. For a while, you made me forget about Carmelita Spats, about the torturing assignments we had to do; and the constant jeering of my classmates on me and Duncan.

Your brown eyes kept me mesmerized and comfortable at the same time. So when they started bullying you, me and Duncan knew we had to defend you guys. Especially you, brown-eyed boy.

Klaus Baudelaire. I love saying your name. It feels nice whenever the word Klaus rolls out of my tongue. But somehow, I can't be able to say your name like before.

I hate you so much Klaus. I hate how every person who has glasses and brown eyes reminds me of you. I hate the fact that whenever I see a book, it instantly tells me to pick it up and read it, because you love reading books. I hate everything about you. But most especially, I hate how you can make me feel happy and special, yet hurt and unimportant at the same time. I hate you.

But I would have lied to myself if I said that, that were the only reasons why I hated you.

I hate you... because I love you.

And yes, I also hate myself for that. But I couldn't help not falling for you. Every time we were together, you made me feel complete, you made me feel something I have never felt before. You would constantly hold my hand because you thought I was fragile enough to fall into pieces -- you were always that concerned. You would always comfort me whenever I would remember Quigley, or our parents. You would always be there for me as a friend, a best friend. But I didn't want to be just your best friend.

All those little actions, simple gestures, non-verbal communication that you would show to me, I thought of it as something more than being best friends. So I fell for you.

Was it the time when we shared utensils in the cafeteria? Or when you held my hand as Vice Principal Nero played the violin awfully? Or the time when we raced towards the shack, ending up with crab bites. I don't really remember when I started feeling these feelings for you. All I know was I did; I fell for you, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I wanted to tell you what I feel when Coach Genghis was gone and when our plan would be successful. But we didn't know that we would be caught, and I would end up being far from you as possible.

When you saved us at the Village of Fowl Devotees, I was more than happy to see you again, so the first thing that I did was hug you. And I became even happier when you hugged me back.

I thought us Quagmires could finally be with you Baudelaires again. But somehow, destiny has other ideas for us.

The plan with Hector was a disaster, and we ended up with different ways again. It was heartbreaking to leave you there on the grounds, with Count Olaf trying to kill you. I wanted to jump out of the hot air balloon to be with you again but Duncan stopped me. I did nothing but cry, Klaus. My knees wobbled as I slumped down the balloon and cried.

I still remember your face when we flew away. It was stained by tears, even your glasses was smudged with it. Your hair was tousled and messy as you kept running your hand through it. But most of all, I remembered your brown eyes, the ones behind your glasses, blurred with tears as you looked up to me. It teared my heart into pieces. But it hurt even more when you mouthed I love you.

I remember biting my lip as tears fell from my eyes, the wind blowing us farther and farther, making me farther and farther from you.

You said you love me Klaus. But what is it that I learned from other volunteers that you had your first kiss, and first heartbreak from another girl?

Fiona Widdershins. Tell me, what's so special about her? Is there something about her triangular glasses that made you fall for her? Or is it because she's as daring as your mother, Beatrice? Or is it because, she's better than me?

I can be better Klaus, much better. I would do everything for you, because you're special to me and I don't want to lose you. I will try to be a much better version of myself, even better than Fiona, if that's what you want.

Do you know how much tears I cried when Lemony told me? I hate her. I hate Fiona so much. Not only did she steal your first kiss, but she broke your heart. The thing that I hate the most is when someone breaks you. I don't want anyone to hurt you. But you were hurt, because you chose her.

If only you chose me Klaus. I would have never hurt you, I would never have betrayed you like what she did. I would have never left you and would never break your heart. I love you Klaus, but you don't know. And you probably don't care. You love me, but probably only just as a friend.

Don't you know how it hurts that I would sacrifice and put effort, just to be with you? But you don't want to be with me I supposed. You don't want to see me. Because all you want to be is with her, Fiona, the one who broke your heart.

So now, I won't be able to look into your brown eyes the same way ever again, and smile at you ever again, and say your name like before.

I love you Klaus... Unfortunately, you can't be mine; and I can't be yours.

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note: I made this one-shot when I wanted to write my Kladora fanfic Broken Pieces, but I couldn't because I had a writer's block for a while. But I badly wanted to spill my Kladora feels, so I wrote this. I hope it doesn't suck. 😂🔫

Also, to those who don't know, this is a Klaus x Isadora [Klausadora/Kladora] fan fiction one-shot based on Lemony Snicket's characters in A Series of Unfortunate Events. [Read it guys, it's a wonderful series 💜]

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