Clara Gilbert was the middle child of the Gilbert family, her older sister Elena and her younger brother Jeremy. Clara was the epitome of the perfect girl, she was a friend to all, a straight A student with a kind hearted spirit.
When she lost her s...
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Hope and I arrived to New Orleans by morning. She had fallen asleep on the road but my thoughts kept me awake. All I could think about was Elijah and how we were going to stay together through this. Once we arrived to the Mikaelson mansion, I woke up Hope and she smiled at the sight of where she was.
"I'm home...." she said and I smiled at her comment. Even she knew this was her true home. We got our bags and took them inside. As I walked through the large gated doors, I remembered everything. The memories of when I first stepped foot into this home, to when I left. I showed Hope to her room and she began to unpack as I made my way to what used to be Elijah's room. I started to unpack my clothes when I found a letter on the bed, with Elijah's name on it. As soon as I touched the letter, Marcel appeared on the balcony of the room.
"Marcel? What are you doing here?" I asked as he walked in.
"Clara, there's something you need to know." He said looking at the letter with Elijah's name on it, and his tone informed me it was not something good.
"W-what is it Marcel?" I asked as my mind flooded with all the possible things he could say.
"Elijah didn't want you to know..." he began. My eyes widened in shock. What did he know about Elijah that I didn't?
"Marcel, tell me now." I demanded. My anger and fear mixing together. The candles in the room suddenly were lit. Marcel looked around and saw that I was not messing around.
"I'm so sorry Clara, there's no easy way to say this." He said with an embarrassed face. "But Elijah had me compel his memories away. Everything, he doesn't remember Klaus, Hope or even you..." he said. The world started to feel blurry, was this a joke? Something inside me told me it wasn't but I wasn't ready to face the harsh reality.
"W-what? No, you're lying Marcel. Elijah would never do that to me..." I argued, falling down to bed. I grabbed the letter and ripped it open.
"Im sorry, just know that he really did love you. In all my life I've never seen him so in love like he was with you." Marcel said before vamping away. I held the letter in my hands in disbelief when suddenly Hope came into my room.
"Mom? Is everything ok?" She asked and I tried to put a smile for her.
"Everything's just fine! Why don't you go explore the house?" I suggested and her little face brightened up. She left the room and I opened the letter.
"Clara, If you're reading this, it means Marcel already told you about my decision. We already spoke and arranged for you and Hope to stay in New Orleans where you will be safe. I would have never done this if I hadn't known it was the right thing to do, for you and for Hope. I understood our love was strong and I wouldn't be able to stray away from you, or Niklaus. Which in the process would hurt Hope, I've seen that you love that child more than anything which is why I've decided to compel my memories away. If I stay away from you I won't cause any harm to Hope. I wish you to know that I truly did love you, I still do. You've brought the light in my life when I was at my darkest moments, you changed me Clara Gilbert, and for that I'll be eternally grateful. I don't suppose this is goodbye, simply a short time division until we can find a permanent solution. I wish for you to continue your life, you're young and beautiful and I'm sure there is another man waiting to meet you just as I was. I love you and send my regards to Hope. I'll see you again, sometime in the future. Always and forever, Elijah Mikaelson"
