So a little explanation on this random drabble. I started it for KC Week 2.5 months ago. Then my laptop crashed, then I went to Chicago, then I lost where I was going with it. Soooo it’s pretty AU Klaroline, but inspired by one of my favorite songs by the same title. Enjoy?
Eventually after a few decades, she didn’t possess his every thought nor was the subject to each and every piece of art he created. Mostly he dreamt of her still, in different happy moments, some real some a figment of his imagination. It took every fiber of his being to just let her be, not go after her wherever she was and convince her he should be along for the ride or that he should be her guide on what the world could truly offer.
He lost track on how many years it’s been since he returned to Mystic Falls. No matter where the wind took him, this was his one and only original home, he always adapted to the new townsfolk and futuristic changes. Where her house used to be was now a three story grey and white home where a family of five inhabited. Initially he was livid to have something that was tied to her disappear like that, all he had, like so many things, was to visualize it in his mind and hope to never lose sight of it. Knowing the first time he let his guard down was in her bedroom presenting another chance at life for her.
He settled into another version of Mystic Falls quite comfortably, finding new & improved places to be comfortable in and simply exist. The Lockwood Mansion was now a place open to the public, another historic town landmark. The sprawling greenery, corners in the gardens and the small café were now places he frequented to people watch, read or sketch. Varying memories connected him to this place but most of all her. Whenever he saw a young blonde with a bright personality out in the back lawn or walking into the café he felt a leap of recognition in his chest and the sudden crashing of realization that of course it wouldn’t be her.
In the back of his mind he supposed his real reason for coming back and staying this long was maybe she’ll return. Get homesick and make her way back to where it all began, but that was a confession he wasn’t comfortable with thinking about for too long. The Mystic Grill never changed, having been in the Donovan family for years now, the generations keeping up with it now valued the tradition and aesthetic of the local bar. He appreciated that, knowing it was yet another place he had to reflect on memories of her. He even remembered the day a few years ago when he joined the eldest Salvatore for a drink, albeit briefly since their personalities still clashed even after all this time.
Looking at the time he made a mental note of returning to his home at the edge of town in a few minutes. He made plans to relocate to the West Coast sooner rather than later. Then he remembered… 47 years seemed to be enough time, he’ll come back in the future of course but after 47 years and no sightings, he had to leave home and make another one.