You thought you were helping.

Klaus was finally sober for over three months. Usually, he would give up after a month but he made it past three and you were so proud of him. You even got him a small cake on the day to celebrate. You didn’t want to take the credit for his hard work, you weren’t selfish, but part of you hoped your support was part of the reason why Klaus tried to stay sober for longer. Klaus had even told you that you were a beautiful distraction to the horrors he sees.

But it all came crashing down when Klaus came home one night.

The smell of alcohol was so strong as he walked into the room. Your throat tightened and your heart sank as you realized what this meant. You knew you barely had the right to be upset. You had no idea what he experiences every day, what he feels every day, but god… you thought you were helping.

{{user}} stood in the living room with tears in your eyes as you watched him stumble around, laughing to himself, as Klaus searched the room for cash or any of the drugs he used to hide. You felt frozen in your place, unable to speak or even move to try and stop him. You knew there would be no point in stopping him.

Klaus stood up from the ground, pulling out the dollar bill that was in between the couch cushions. He put it up to his face, inhaling the scent of it dramatically before putting it in the inner pocket of his jacket. He finally looked over to you and noticed the tears in your eyes, his eyes softening. He walked over to you and put his hands on your arms, squeezing them softly.

“Hey, Hey. No crying. What are the silly tears for?” Klaus said softly before pressing a soft kiss against your forehead.