𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 | ❝Tell the wolves I'm home.❞
Rhea Lockwood never really believed in the supernatural. She was often seen as a realist and usually laughed whenever someone brought up the possibility of it ever occurring in her s...
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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙒𝙊 ミ★ ( something wicked, act one ) ★彡
Funerals were never Rhea's favourite thing. The last funeral she attended was the Gilberts', and she remembers how much she hated it because it was so painfully sad. She remembers how much Elena was crying, still recovering from miraculously being the only survivor of the crash; and how Jeremy was struggling to hold back his own tears. Their Aunt Jenna was inconsolable after losing her sister and her brother-in-law, and now having to take responsibility for two children while in her mid-twenties. Rhea even felt the loss of the Gilberts, since she had her own memories with the both of them.
Grayson was her doctor. He made her feel better and he was a safe space for her to come to whenever she had injuries or any type of sickness—he never made her feel bad about coming to him about anything. He would often feel helpless knowing what her dad was doing to her, but there wasn't anything he could do since he was the Mayor. Even with his own influence over the community, no one could compare to Richard in terms of power and influence.
Miranda was a beautiful person, inside and out. She could see where Elena got her loveliness from because she was just so kind all the time—and never was it an act to gain something, she was justlike that. Miranda was also someone that Rhea could turn to other than Liz for maternal guidance because she knows her own mom would judge. Whenever they had sleepovers at Elena's, Miranda would always make sure to check in on her.
It was safe to say that Mystic Falls lost a lot more than just two people that night. They were pillars in the community, and they were some of the best people.
Rhea hadn't been to very many funerals from her own family until now since there wasn't much left of her family. The last funeral of her own family was her grandma's, and she was much younger at that point. She was very close with her and when she was around, her family was happy—they were normal. Losing her meant losing the normalcy that Rhea craved, even as a young child. She had seen all of the other families and how they operated, and how different her own family was. She wanted that so desperately, and even as a child, she knew she would never have it.
Her father's wake was no different. These people that were attending never actually cared about their family, just what their family could do for them; and they most likely thought that doing a favour for the Lockwood twins was going to earn them their good graces in the future. It wouldn't, but they sure loved to try. They all knew about Richard Lockwood's antics and somewhat how he treated his children behind closed doors, but they never did anything. Rhea just couldn't believe they would have the gaul to try and brownnose them now.
