Gone Girl (3rd revised version)

        It was a dark night in New Orleans, as Elijah stood by his window, phone to his ear, in silent grief. His Katerina was dead, according to Caroline Forbes.

        “Thank you,” was all he could say before hanging up, thanking her for letting him know.

        As he stood there, he could only wonder if she died in pain, and if she had died hating him for not coming to save her. He would’ve if he had known what was happening. He had been too busy with helping Klaus and protecting Hayley to even think about Katerina, or even wonder why Klaus had come back from Mystic Falls in a good mood. He knew he should’ve checked on Katerina, but he hadn’t. Now, it was too late and because of that, he would forever blame himself for not being there for her, and he would forever grieve for her. Katerina was the kind of girl that would take forever to get over. He would forever miss her.

        “I’m sorry, Katerina. Forgive me,” he said to empty air, not sure what he was asking forgiveness for. Was it for leaving her, when she had pleaded for him to stay? Was it to give her spirit peace? Was it for all the wrongs he had done to her? Was it for not being there for her, when she needed him the most? He guessed it was for everything and more. Now that she was forever gone, he didn’t know what he’d do for eternity. Katerina had been what kept him holding on to his humanity, and he guessed he was the same for her. For 500 years, he had kept her safe from Klaus. No matter what, he had kept hoping that she would find herself, but what if he was who needed to help her do that? He had abandoned her. Left her all on her own after watching out for her for 500 years. How could he do that to her? Worse, he hadn’t been there when she had needed him the most. He had royally and completely screwed up, and he couldn’t fix his mistake this time.

        As he looked out the window, he wanted to cry, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t let anyone know he was hurting, because no one knew how he felt. This was his own hell. He was upset that he had lost her forever but was also angry at himself for not checking on her. He couldn’t change the past though, so all he could do was grieve for her. His 500-year-old true love. The one. For him, she had been the one.