The Choice: A Klayley Fix it

The oppressive white void of limbo stretched endlessly around Klaus, a stark contrast to the vibrant life he longed to reclaim. For what felt like an eternity, he had been a phantom observer, tethered to the earthly plane only by his daughter, Hope.
He watched her, a tiny wolf navigating a world of giants, constantly embroiled in the troubles of Mystic Falls. A flicker of pride, swiftly followed by a wave of frustration, washed over him. She was strong, yes, but why was she always the one cleaning up messes that weren't hers?
The familiar pang of helplessness resonated deep within his incorporeal form. He yearned to protect her, to shield his littlest wolf from danger, yet he was powerless. As he witnessed her latest predicament unfold, a sudden, unfamiliar dizziness overtook him, a sensation alien to a spirit. Then, the endless white dissolved into an engulfing darkness.
