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We call evil the darkness and the virtuous the light. We represent them in the colour black and white. We tell our kids the difference between the bad and good, between a villain and a hero. The villain goes to hell, while the hero goes to heaven.
But we never told nor realized that the reason there is a difference is due to the fear of the unknown, for the reason that we are scared of what is going to happen when we close our eyes and stop breathing. We fear the things that we do not understand or believe, things such as vampires, werewolves, witches and all the supernatural beings. And this fear that is turned into hatred leads to another fear, death.
The best example of the fear was the man in a suit, who lay in a coffin, who was Richard Lockwood, the Mayor of Mystic Falls.
Estella Harper looked at her legal guardian from the corner of her eye, leaning at the doorframe with her arms crossed. The feeling of guilt, weighed on her shoulder every time she saw the dead person. She looked across the room wanting the guilt to brush off by the wind but increased as she saw the windowed woman and fatherless son.
"Do you think he deserved a funeral?"
Estella stood along with Tyler. They were both assigned to welcome the people who came to pay their respects to their late Mayor, by Carol.
Tyler's question about his father had quite got the girl off-guard. She knew who the 'he' was, and why he was asking it, but she also that know telling him a bunch of words won't get the answer he needed.
"What do you think?", the chocolate brown eyes asked him, with a small smile. "He was your father, after all not mine."
The Harper girl took a deep breath and looked at a distance, to avoid Lockwood's sad eyes. The memories were too hard to forget, especially in a small town where everyone reminded her about the 'incident'.
Tyler put his hand on her shoulder, "Hey, you are part of this family, whether you like it or not." The brunette looked at Lockwood, who smiled slyly making her eyes and mouth widen realizing what he meant.
"Nope, no, absolutely NO." Stella started moving backward, making Tyler smile more. "I very much love being a Harper."
"Mom loves you more than me."
Carol indeed loves Estella like her own daughter, everyone in the Lockwood family, except Richard, considers the teen to be part of the family. Even the whole of Mystic Falls wants the Lockwood family to adopt the naïve child when she first came to the town, but it was her wish not to get adopted, wanting the only thing that connected to her and her parents.
"Well, that's your fault. You happened to be bad at the 'son department'. Like really bad."
Tyler was about to give a snappy comment when his eyes caught something. He snapped his neck so fast, that even the black crow that sat on the handrail flew away. He blinked at her a few times, before widening his eyes, "Well this day couldn't get any worse."
Estella not understanding the sudden difference in his expression stared at Tyler before she peeked in the direction where he was looking at. Seeing the familiar black SUV, an uneasy feeling of dread washed all over her body.
Maybe it might be because of the reason that she partially knew this was going to happen last night and had done nothing to stop or warn him about the dangers.
The feeling of guilt, especially of someone's death, is a very petrifying emotion. It eats you slowly and painfully, till you are down on your knees. The worse part is that no one notices the pain that is hidden behind those beautiful eyes.
The pain that never ends till you beg on your knees for death to take your darkened soul, after all, guilt is the most painful companion of death.
Death will always knock on your door when you don't accept it. Besides, even if you expect death to be there on the other side of the door and you escape it, you can't forever hide.
Nature will find a way, even if you're a servant of nature or the moon. Especially when the person knocking at your door is the son of the mother nature.
