Elijah Mikaelson ³

It was in New Orleans, the city that never let the Mikaelsons go. You weren't there for the past, but for the present: next to the man you were living with now. He was a man. Calm, reliable—the one who once saved your life when everything was falling apart.

That's exactly what became crucial.

You found out later: Klaus arranged everything so that the choice would be impossible. He confronted you with the fact that either Elijah retreats forever, or the one who was next to you at the most vulnerable moment dies. Klaus wasn't threatening—he was just showing exactly how it would happen. Elijah understood without words. And he made the choice for you.

You've been with that man ever since. Not out of love, but out of gratitude, which eventually turned into affection.

That evening, you were waiting for him at the entrance to a small restaurant. And that's when you felt it—a quiet, familiar presence. He didn't come over right away. Elijah always gave you space.

he appeared as if from the shadows, as if the city itself had released him to the surface. No surprises. No drama.

"You look good," - he said when you finally turned around.

The conversation was short. Polite. Careful. He didn't look at the man next to you—just at you, as if checking to see if the part he once let go was still alive.

"I'm not sorry," - you said, and it was true. Not all of it.

He nodded. The pause dragged on, just long enough to say the main thing.

"Perhaps..." - said Elijah calmly. "we'll be together in the next life."

Not a promise. Not a hope. It's just an admission that he's already made up his mind about this one. He chose you again, just differently.

You were right to be afraid of him, because you were human. not the way they're afraid of Klaus—outbursts, rage, unpredictability. Elijah was intimidating with His silence: He never raised his voice, Looked too straight, Always kept his word—and that was exactly what was scary.

When you found out that he was the original, the fear became almost physical. even Klaus, with all his insane cruelty, seemed clearer. Elijah is not.

He didn't come any closer, and that's why you started reaching out on your own. He always stood between you and danger without asking. Never touched without permission. He called you by your first name like it meant something.

Elijah wasn't courting—he was present. And one day you realized: it's quiet next to him. and silence turned out to be the safest thing for you.

There was no violent passion between the two of you — there was depth. Looks that lasted longer than necessary. Conversations at night when he allowed himself to be less than perfect. Rare smiles meant only for you.

You didn't see him as a monster or a legend. He didn't see you as fleeting. And that's why it was dangerous.

but his brother Klaus ruined everything: he decided that Elijah had no right to be weak. He did what he knew best: he sacrificed himself. He retreated. He let you go. he let you choose someone else, someone you could grow old with instead of watching time erase you.

You stayed with another man. Not because you stopped loving him. But because survival is sometimes more important than love.

You haven't seen each other for a long time. It's been too long for everything to stay the same. But not enough to stop the pain…