caroline forbes (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} iamagoodvampire) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rockthatmeme, |
Five years. Well, five years, seven months and a handful of days but it's not like she's been counting. Caroline knows what it looks like to the outside - what she made it look like. War was declared in the supernatural world that seemed so prevalent and she chose the wrong side. Everything had gone to hell and she walks off with Klaus. Yeah, she'd be pissed at herself too. She knows she saved people in the end, that letting Klaus win something at least kept it from being even more of a blood bath, but in the end in had to look like her choice.
It's been three weeks since Elijah lodged the dagger into his brother's back and stuffed him in a coffin in the bottom of the ocean. Three weeks since she fled New Orleans and she's tired. She's tired of running, she's tired of feeling more alone in the world than she ever thought she could. She can't go home, Mystic Falls doesn't even exist on a map anymore and she doesn't have the heart to track down Bonnie or Stefan and see the judgement in their eyes. But she doesn't have in her to do another sleepless night in a hotel with nothing but her own awful thoughts to keep her company.
She's not even sure if Derek still lives there - it's been so long. So when she knocks gently on the heavy loft door she's not really holding her breath and she looks genuinely surprised when he does open it.
"Hi," she breaths out after a long pause.