Another False Lead?

Klaus lay sprawled on his couch.

He had moved one up to his room since Arabella's disappearance, seeing as he liked to keep to himself in his room, and he did not always like to lie down.

It was efficient in moments like this one, where he had to drink himself to stupor while thinking of her.

As he scrolled through images of Arabella, the ones he had taken of her while they were at Las Vegas, his heart broke even more.

There was something about her bright eyes, and her pure smile. Knowing he might never get to see her again, to tell her how much he loved, valued, and cared about her, tore him to pieces. He was a big mass of nothing without the woman who had brought colour to his dark life.

Tears ran down his eyes. Klaus had never thought himself a man who cried, but it was the only way to get rid of the pent up frustration in his chest.

He found his favorite picture of her; the picture he had taken in the pool, back in Las Vegas, when they made love directly underneath the sunset f