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Klaus stared at the painting. One he painted centuries ago. He stared at the painting for a long time. When Rebekah walks in. "I see your still making your hourly visits."
Klaus eyes left the painting of you "(Y/n),I still miss her after all these years."
"Well,she was your first love."
Klaus's eyes never left the painting. Rebekah walked out,knowing he would soon come down to spend time with Hope. "I miss you (y/n)."
His eyes lingered in the painting before he left. Again,like every time,he felt as if he was abandoning you. Like,he did three hundred years ago,leaving you to die.
