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"It's not your fault Klaus," I said yet again as I sat across from him on my bed, still clad in my pyjamas. But yet I couldn't bring myself to care in the slightest.
"Yes it is!" He stood suddenly and began to pace furiously round the room, muttering under his breath before he spoke aloud. "I swore to you, I gave you and your family my protection. I gave you my word and yet-"
"This is what they do," I cut in quietly, playing with my sleeves. "They pick us off one by one and you couldn't have stopped it. They'd picked their target and no one was going to get in their way."
He began to reply but was cut off as Nana walked into the room, her eyes solemn. As they landed on me, I coudn't help the ache that filled my being. I ached to see her happy but we both knew that wasn't going to happen for a while at least. "Damon and Stefan are here to see you, should I let them in?"
I shrugged and she sighed.
"I think I should leave," Klaus said quietly, moving to leave the room before turning back to me. "I'm so sorry Julietta."
"It wasn't your fault."
He closed the door to my room quietly behind him and Nana sat beside me, tucking some hair behind my ear. "It's alright to cry-"
"No it isn't," I said monotonously.
"You need to grieve, it's not healthy for you to stay cooped up in here."
I turned away from her, knowing that she was right but not bringing myself to act on it. "Can you let the boys in please?"
"Of course," she answered softly and rose to her feet, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
The door closed quietly and I lay down and pulled the blanked tight around me and let out a small whimper before shaking my head. I wouldn't do this. I wouldn't allow myself to cry. I made no move to sit up as I heard them enter my room.
One of them moved instantly to the side of my bed and sat beside me, running a soothing hand through my hair. I didn't need to look back to know that it was Stefan. Damon's footsteps followed shortly and from the corner of my eye, I saw him place a tray of something on my desk before walking over to my bed and crouching down before me and smiling sadly.
"I'm really sorry that-"
"Don't say it."
He gave me a look that told me that he understood me completely and I was thankful for that. I began to sit up and they both helped me up. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their typical overprotective behaviour and leaned against the headboard.
