Undefined/Defined

Defined

His heart sank deep. "Y/N..." voice shaking, "Oh my god..." he cried out, "LUTHER! DIEGO!"
"I'm really sorry to bother you like this Klaus-"
"No! Don't apologize" he said, holding you gently, fighting back tears, "I'm sorry Y/N..."

Unable to hold out much longer, you slowly began to lose consciousness.

"...I should have protected you" he said, through gritted teeth as tears came pouring down. Your eyes felt droopy, as blurred figures of Luther and Diego started to appear closer beside Klaus. Sighing, your eyes closed automatically, and his voice was all that you could hear.

"Y/N please...don't go"

I won't ...I won't ...Klaus

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Your eyes fluttered open, surprisingly finding yourself in Klaus' bedroom the next morning. Sitting up, you groaned in pain, feeling the soreness in your stomach, something strong enough to remind you of the incident last night.

"Good Morning dear!" Grace's voice made your head turn to see her standing by the door, "Looks like You're healing just fine" she continued, walking over to you with a smile.

"G'mornin' Grace" you greeted, pressing your lips to suddenly feel the sting of your cut.

"Ah ah...you're healing but not fully yet, take it easy" sitting on the bed, she patted you on the shoulder.


"Klaus..." you began, feeling your blackened eye "where is he?"
"I'm afraid I don't know dear..." Grace replied, pausing a while, then later smiling again. "Would you like some breakfast?" She asked.

You knew Grace might not be the best person get information from. A part of you grew worried for him. But he was sure to be alright if he was was with the others. You did not want to take advantage of their kindness. They already healed you and allowed you to rest for the night.

"I'd love that" you smiled at her, unable to refuse the sweet natured android.

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"Whoa Y/N! You look like shit"

Leaning against the booth, you scoffed at the DJ's remark "Thanks..." you said loudly, flipping the bird at him. This particular nightclub was comparatively small, but you liked coming here for the familiar staff. The young man put his hands together apologetically.

"Sorry sorry...anyways, which song do i owe ya?"

Blinking through the Flashing lights, you headed over to the dance floor, intentionally avoiding the rhythmic walk to the sounds of EDM. Closing your eyes, you extended both hands into the air, when finally your song started playing in the background.

"Is that the song from...Flashdance?" A female voice asked from nowhere.

"You're damn right it is.." you replied back to whoever it was. Throwing your head back, you allowed the melody to flow through you.

"Frightened by a dream,
You're not the only one."

Unimpressed crowds of young folk let out protests at the sudden change of genres . You grinned selfishly as you felt those crowds disperse, providing you the spacious dance floor you needed.

"Running like the wind,
Thoughts can come undone"

Swaying your hips, you spun around to the slow tempo. You were not high, but you certainly felt intoxicated. You felt intoxicated by the mere thoughts of last afternoon. Irreplaceable stares and irresistible kisses you craved to take back, just so you could relish them again in real time.