Legacies Imagines

Can I dream for a few months more?- Lizzie⚠️

It's loud in the gym. Lizzie doesn't like it like she used to. Music blaring, and generic high school dance in full swing.

Well, it's just about as generic as a high school that houses witches werewolves and vampires can get.

Truth or dare. With the "Honesty Orb" as MG called it one time. It rings blue, what's said is true. It rings red, honesty is dead, simple as that.

MG, Hope, Alyssa, Josie, Landon, Jed and Kaleb all sit in a circle, laughing, drinking, smiling.

Lizzie can't help the sick feeling in her stomach when Josie and Hope hold hands, or look at each other like they can't wait to spend eternity together.

Maybe Lizzie's thinking about it.

Maybe Lizzie knows that she's only got four more years to be a kid.

Maybe Lizzie takes a shot.

Maybe Lizzie hopes for the best.

Maybe Lizzie tries to be normal.

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Somehow, the twins end up fighting.

Hands, holding tight onto wrists, dragging them out into the hallway until the beat of the party is faint, and barely alive is all Lizzie can feel.

"Why didn't you tell me, Jos-?"

"I don't have to tell you anything! It's my life and you need to stay out of it for once!"

"I'm your sister I deserve to know if someone is making you happy, especially if it's-"

"You're just upset because you ruin everything! You're just upset because someone finally, finally didn't choose you over me, and that you won't live long enough to see anyone love you!"

Ding

The ball she took from the party shines blue in Lizzies hand, and her head turns down to the right to see the truth make itself known. After all this time.

They catch their breaths.

Lizzie's face scrunches in a way like the words haven't registered in her brain yet. Her hands are shaking with the threat of dropping the magical glass sphere in her possession.

"Lizzie I-"

"I have to go to the bathroom."

She sticks her hand out with such a suddenness, stiff, but still shaking with the ball in it for Josie to take. Lizzie follows the action of Josie's hand, the one that's not still in Hopes, as she takes the ball back. Her hand brushes against Lizzies when she pulls away.

Lizzie turns around. The bathroom is just a few steps behind Josie, but she doesn't know if she can bear looking at her and Hope for any longer. She takes the long way to the bathroom in the east wing, where Josie and Hope won't find her.

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"I hate you."

She's looking in the mirror when she says it. The light the janitors have not yet repaired, in all its fluorescent glory, is buzzing with the quiet request to be stuck back into the ceiling instead of hanging by a couple of blue, red, and black wires.

She says it again. Louder this time.

"I hate you."

She says it again, and her voice rings through the stalls. Something about saying it out loud sounds so very desperate, sounds so much like hoping for the unrealistic fantasy of someone swooping in to tell her that it's going to be okay.