110 This love 

Lana was still crying when she was talking to Klaus about her passed relationships. He didn’t know she was really lonely.  “And... they said... they said it was my fault he had the drink” her eyes with tears, full of hurt, she stared into mine. “It wasn’t...was it?” “No! Not at all, Lana. It wasn’t your fault.”  “Klaus, it was so awful.” She clung to him.  “Hold me, Klaus. Just hold me,” she begged.  “As long as you need me, Lana.” Klaus responded. “What is it about this woman that made her so special from others?” He thought about it.  “Don’t cry, Lana. Everything would be okay, I promise.”  He tried to assure her. How long he held her like that, warm and soft in his arms, he don’t know. All he know is that he filled an emptiness he believed would never be eased. He began to massage his shoulder, holding it still for so long had brought on muscle pain. “Are you alright?” She was suddenly aware that he had a light shirt on which didn't cover much of his