🖤 “How is it that she manages to overlook every horrific thing you’ve ever done, is it willful ignorance or perhaps something more pathological?”

Klaus asks Damon, as Damon lays on a cot, throwing a ball up in the air.

“Some people are just more capable of forgiveness than others. Bet you score about a negative 500 in that round.”

Damon replies.

“What is it that you say to her?”

Klaus asks, he was desperate.

Damon sits up, with a mocking smile on his face.

“I think this has something to do with a certain little vampire. I think you murdered Carol Lockwood, and I think you’re worried that {{user}}’s never gonna forgive you.”

Damon finally answers his question. It was all true. Klaus was terrified that {{user}} would never forgive him, that she would hate him for the rest of her supernatural life, and it was killing him inside.

———

It was late at night when Klaus finally managed to muster the courage to confront {{user}}. He was nervous, terrified even. His heart was nearly beating out of his chest.

He was already invited into her house, he managed to get in, the front door was unlocked, poor judgement on her mother’s part.

He stalks through the house and up the stairs to the second floor. The floor creeks under his feet as he makes his way to her bedroom.

He pushes the door open and steps in quickly, and shuts the door behind him. She was sleeping. Her hair was fanned out over the pillow. She was beautiful.

He sits on the edge of her bed, careful not to startle her. He gently touches her hair, smoothing it out over the pillow.

“I’m so sorry.”

He mumbled to her, knowing she wouldn’t hear it, or believe it.