Loss (Kalijah)

        It was a dark night in New Orleans, as Elijah Mikaelson stood in front of his window in his bedroom, looking into the distance at the night sky. He had just received news from Mystic Falls that Katerina, the girl he would always love, was dead. He wished now that he had asked her to come to New Orleans with him, instead of saying good-bye to her, ultimately breaking up with her. If he had, maybe she wouldn’t be dead. It broke his heart that he would never see her again. He would never get to touch her or kiss her one last time. All because he hadn’t been there for her, when she needed him the most. And the last thing she had said to him was “Please, Elijah,” pleading for him to stay. Worse, his brother hadn’t told him that she was dying. Instead, he had to find out from a call from Caroline Forbes herself that she was dead. He just hoped that she was in peace.

        As he stood there, memories came to him. The first was when he had first met her in England. She had been so full of light back then. He had enjoyed her and then fallen for her. Then he had tracked her down when she had ran, out of loyalty to his brother. He had failed to find her, though. Then came the time in New York a few months ago. She had told him that she loved him, even though she knew he didn’t trust her. She had also said that she had lied and ran for so long, that she didn’t remember who she was when they had first met. She had then given him the cure, saying that she needed him to trust her, just like she was trusting him. The last thing he remembered was when he had said good-bye and had kissed her on the forehead, leaving town to go help his brother, thinking that she’d be okay without him, knowing she had looked out for herself for 500 years. He had been totally and utterly wrong, though. He knew that he should’ve checked on her to make sure she was fine, but he hadn’t. He had just left her there without looking back.