She didn’t look up as he entered the room, not quite certain it was anything more than a dream. But the scent of him mixed with his voice and the bend in the mattress as he sat down had her wondering if that was the case. Caroline wanted so badly for it all to be real, for Klaus to actually be in her hotel room and it not to be another version that would twist itself with how insecurities were trying to eat her alive.
“You’ll always find me.” She didn’t like how small her voice was, how lost and broken it sounded to her ears. There was no cheerfulness to it, just exhaustion.
“I…” How had it become as bad as it had? She wasn’t even all that sure. She hadn’t realized she was this bad off, though she’d known she was exhausted, had been for a while and no amount of sleep seemed to make it go away. But she’d perfected hiding that a long time ago, diving into her own plans, into plans for others, into plans for everything ever. And then they’d all just stopped. One minute her plate had been full and the next she hadn’t been able to do a thing.
“I don’t know. I feel like I just turned, that kind of heightened emotion. They’re all on overdrive and I can’t make them stop. I keep trying and they won’t. They just keep on going and going and it hurts. Everything gets twisted and I don’t know what I’m and then I keep remembering that piece of wood. I don’t want to remember that piece. But I keep on remembering it and it won’t go away.”