P.S I Love You

Epilogue: I Want You Back

2 Months Later….

She was at the Lockwood Mansion again today, sitting on their bench overlooking the water and rubbing the space next to her remembering that day at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant. Although she didn't want to see it at the time, it was their first date. That's why it was important to come back here, to where it all began. Caroline fingered the key on the necklace he'd given her which she wore close to her heart and away from prying eyes.

She'd returned to Mystic Falls from Paris two months ago as the dutiful friend and the drama, as usual, had eventually subsided. Damon was safe, although he showed little gratitude for being saved, and his long suffering brother was pleased, none the less.

After a month of trying to settle back into her old life Caroline knew it was impossible. She'd changed and Caroline knew she wanted so much more in life. She'd tried to revert back to her usual routine in Mystic Falls with her friends and with Stefan. He'd attempted to reconnect but she'd told him in no uncertain terms there was no future for them. There couldn't be because he wasn't the one.

Caroline had experienced the full spectrum of emotions the past two months. At first she'd been deeply confused by her burgeoning feelings for Klaus and wondered if she'd done the right thing by hurriedly leaving him in Paris. Then she became frustrated with herself for treating him so badly after everything he'd done for her then she was angry and now she was just sad about what could have been.

She craved his touch, the way his stubble felt against her palms when she cupped his cheeks, his dimpled know-it-all grin, but most of all the way she could look into his eyes and see her future. Leaving him in that Paris hotel room was a mistake, he'd always put her first and looked out for her best interests. He loved her but she was just too scared to accept it then.

It might have taken a while to realise it, but she loved him too but he probably never wanted to see her again. About a month ago, she was feeling restless, her insomnia had become a regular thing, thanks to the Original hybrid haunting her dreams. She threw on a sweater and jeans and decided to go for a walk.

She was so deep in thought Caroline wasn't paying attention to where she was going. It was only when she looked up at the stately Lockwood Mansion, Caroline knew what she had to do. It was time she wrote her own postcard, she just hoped it wasn't too late to salvage things between them.

Week after week she waited and week after week she was disappointed, not that she expected anything less. She stood up slowly, thinking it was time she left for the day. Matt already thought she was stalking him by turning up in his backyard all the time as it was.

"Hello, love," he murmured, appearing from what seemed like nowhere. She faltered slightly, trying to work out if he was real or just a figment of her imagination.

"You came," Caroline replied, breathlessly.

"Well, you did send me a postcard and after what you wrote, how could I refuse?" He smiled, his dimples out in full force.

"I was an idiot," she conceded. "I'm so sorry I left you in Paris like that, I was just confused and scared of what I wanted, of who I wanted. Klaus I…"

"I love how you ramble when you're nervous," he teased, making her face heat up, she just hoped her blush wasn't as obvious as it felt.

"I'm trying to be serious here and you're joking around," she argued. "Klaus I…"

"Paris was difficult yes, so too Rome but they don't even compare to that empty feeling I have every time I think of you and how we're not together, Caroline."

"So, is that why you came back?"

"That, and your postcard," he murmured, producing it from his pocket flipping over the photo of the Lockwood Mansion and consulting her neat cursive.

"I probably should have guessed, given your fondness for postcards."

"It was actually what you wrote."

"Well, I did plagiarize your own words," she admitted, taking it from his outstretched hand and reciting what she'd written. "However long it takes has arrived."

"Although I'd dreamed of hearing those words, that wasn't what brought me here, it was your post script."

"Oh that, maybe I shouldn't have…" she trailed off feeling a little self conscious about putting herself out there like that, even though it was how she felt.

"You were brave enough to say what I couldn't every time I wrote you," he murmured. "P.S I love you."

"You wanted to say that?"

"I did but I didn't want to scare you away, but just so you know P.S. I love you too."

"Thank god for that, I was starting to get a complex," she pulled him into her arms greedily and placed her lips against his, desperate to taste them again after too long.

He picked her up pulling her flush against his body. Caroline grinned against his lips thinking just how right this felt and how she never wanted to be anywhere else but by his side forever.

"So, where to now, love?" He asked, when they finally broke apart, albeit reluctantly.

"Tokyo? I mean you did promise me, after all."

"I suppose that could be arranged, I need to pick up a few postcards anyway."