Goodbye

Now is the time to raise the glass,

For us to say hello to what lies ahead.

It's time to wave from what has been our past;

wipe away the tears that we've shed.

Years before this very day,

I was a child, who in this place wouldn't stay.

But now that I am here holding my own,

I return to the child who loves to moan.

Moan not because I want to leave,

but moan because leaving is the one thing I couldn't do.

But I should still convince myself and believe,

that our past isn't something that change can screw.

Little million pieces of joyful memories,

massive amounts of indelible reminiscence.

These are experiences that I will forever cherish.

God, forbid for these memories to ever perish.

Friendship that Fades

I will always remember that late October night.

With you, I smile and see the light.

One 15^th of October, I sent you a short text.

It said, “Happy Birthday,” then our friendship bloomed next.

We became friends, and it developed to something more.

That one time you texted, “Thank you,” and I asked, “What for?”

You told me that I was special, but only as a friend.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, and we officially became the best of friends.

A year has passed, and the friendship we used to have,

Now seems non-existent, and I’m sure I could go mad.

In that moment, I learned that friendship doesn’t always last.

Friendship usually fades, as if time was too fast. 

Fifty Shades of Klaus : Chapter 9

I make my way to the mouth of the mansion. Giving it a light knock, I wait. No longer than two minutes after my knock, the door opens; holding it is a petite woman with jet-black hair. Her skin is a hint darker than Bonnie's, but her face wasn't familiar at all. I confess to making very little research about their family but I'm very sure that there are only two Mikaelson women.

Who is this? “I'm here to see Klaus?” I said. She didn't reply. She just stood there, suspiciously staring intently into my eyes. I flinch in discomfort. “Klaus Mikaelson,” I clarify.

She glares at me with an aura of dominance surrounding her. I gulp. Who is she?! “You're not on the list. Kindly leave immediately.”

I gape at her. This is unbelievable! Elijah forced me to come here only so that their butler — or whatever she is — could tell me to scram? No. I'm not letting this happen. “Could you double check? I'm Caroline Forbes. I'm here for the interview.”

Rolling her eyes for what seemed like a decade of silence, she smirks arrogantly. “I’ve said it once and I'll say this again. Not. On. The. List.” It's taking all of me not to attack her. Outrageous! Just incredibly, maddening.

“You didn't even check!” I spat. Sighing in exasperation, I mentally decided to go back home. This is pointless. I am not sitting by and allow their family to make a fool out of me. Before I was even able to turn my back to her, I hear a woman's voice in the background.

“Mindy, what did I tell you about opening the door?” she pauses, “Didn't I tell you never to open the door for us, especially when someone's in the mansion?” That sexy, sultry voice doesn't leave my long-term memory. That was definitely Katherine.