"I didn't get to tell him. I kept trying to put it off. Because I know that once I do it, once I let myself say it out loud..." There wouldn't be any going back. And oh, that was a problem because she was supposed to try and always have the upper hand. She was supposed to be able to walk the hell away if things ever got to that point others seemed certain would happen one day. Hadn't she promised that she would?
Caroline couldn’t for the life of her remember why she had made that promise. Why had she kept forcing herself to squash the intense feelings that Klaus had stirred up inside of her, not letting him know them? Not letting herself admit to them. Hadn’t he promised he would let her go if she found herself losing who she was? Hadn’t he told her time and time again that he loved for who she was, for the light that she carried?
There were so many conflicting emotions running through her then, but anger was winning. Anger that Klaus had hurt people again--that he hurt Stefan and by doing that had hurt Rebekah. At herself for not admitting what she felt before she had gone and died, that Klaus might not have known just how much she did love him. He’d wormed his way into her heart and she didn’t ever want him to leave it. Anger at whoever had caused the explosion. But she didn’t want her fury to overtake her, not when it pushed at the bloodlust full force and so Caroline kept on breathing in and out, forcing it back down.
“They didn’t...he’s...Klaus isn’t locked up and thrown into some ocean, right?” She knew that had been a plan and with the witches and superheroes, it was probably something that could happen if they really wanted. Now it was fear that was gripping at her, mixing with the anger, guilt, and anguish. “Stefan is still alive? Tell me I can fix this, Kol.”