Forget me Not

Chapter 4 - Almost Paradise

The thing about memories is over time they can get distorted in so many ways, either you reminisce fondly airbrushing a lot of the bad or you allow pain to take out all the good. When you are the only one with these memories it makes you question its authenticity, how differently others may have seen it or felt in a different way and suddenly when you are beginning to question the percentage of truth behind your own memories you find yourself asking do you allow the truth in even if it distorts said precious memories or do you fight safety in a possible lie?
The answer would be simple, truth above all else, but what if friends you loved like family, who you have a past with that you hold so dearly to your heart, what if their memories do not add up to your own?
Or what if the only person you ever loved never gave a damn about you?
These were the questions keeping me awake at night as I endlessly thought about whether to restore Klaus, Rebekah, and Kol's memories of me, if they even mattered after all this time, or if it would just wind up causing more trouble than its worth and then I got a knock at my hotel door late one night which changed everything for me.
"Rebekah..." I said after answering the door in shock, confused as to why she would be visiting me at all, never mind so late in the night.
"My brother Niklaus is not the type to give gratitude to those who are entitled to it so I wanted to thank you in person because I doubt, he ever bloody will," Rebekah replied to me, as I knew instantly she was lying.
"That's not why you are here," I responded making her know I knew she was not being truthful to me.
"Ok," Rebekah admitted as she let herself into my hotel room, closing the door behind her afterward. "I know you spent the whole day with my brother Elijah and after several drinks and constant prying he admitted everything to me although Klaus' paranoia probably played a big part in it you see when my brother starts getting worked up, he starts murdering and Elijah would not want you murdered now would he?"
"I cannot tell if you know nothing, and you are here to threaten me or if you know everything is still here to threaten me," I told her, before going on to say. "Either way you look all worked up and that never ends well for anybody."
"See that's just bloody weird you clearly know me, in fact, according to Elijah you know all of us, and yet I do not have a single memory of you." Rebekah snapped, confessing to me that Elijah had told her everything. "For you to be so close to us that Elijah would consider you a son, for you to have a history with us all and for you to be willing to do what you did for us, and yet I cannot remember a thing about your hell I hadn't even heard of you like the rest of them have."
"I was not the one to take the memories from you Rebekah, but I think I can give you them back if you want them back that is, but I totally understand if you do not especially with the hollow and everything that has happened lately. If I, were you, I'd ignore all this recent information and get back to enjoying your own life maybe even with Marcel?" I suggested, laying the choice onto her hands instead of mine, fearing she would accept while also at the same time fearing she would decline.
"I want these bloody memories back right now because there is nothing, I loathe more than being kept in the dark and if these memories do not add up as they do with Elijah, I can just kill you and get it all over with," Rebekah replied in true Rebekah style, with a sense of strength, sarcasm, and just the right amount of diva.
And so, I had no choice really but to restore her memories, and not long after I did, Kol too came to me asking the same before leaving New Orleans to return to his wife, and I obliged to him too. Both of their reactions serving as reminders to myself that the bond we had created was true, that it was not just one-sided, that they really were my friends all those years ago and maybe just maybe they would be again.