❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
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I AM HAPPY
THE first thing Andrea noticed when her eyes fluttered open was the feeling of throbbing pain coursing through her head.
"Oh my God," she let out a groan, wanting to get up into a sitting position only to find that it only made her head hurt worse. But she pushed herself up anyway, trying to ignore the pain.
"You're up," a familiar voice was heard from the door, making her shift her gaze at the curly haired boy who stood by the door with a relieved smile.
"Hey," Andrea said, returning the smile. "How are they? How's Derek?"
"Boyd and Cora are still out, I think Lucas is in the guest room with Nathan, and I haven't seen Derek since morning."
"How long was I out?" Andrea questioned.
"Not too long. Only a few hours," he shrugged, plopping his body down to sit in front of the girl. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"
"My head," she groaned, her hand traveling up to her temples, massaging them. "God."
The sudden sound of footsteps was heard, making the two supernatural beings look up only to find a black haired boy standing by the door, staring at the two in a slight awkward manner.
Isaac, being the understanding boyfriend he was, he immediately knew what to do. He leaned over the girl, giving her forehead a small peck before walking away, only to stop by Lucas' side for a few seconds. He patted the black haired boy's back, before finally making his way away from Andrea's room.
Andrea was utterly speechless. The last time she had laid eyes on the boy was last year, when he laid in a pool of his own blood. Looking so pale, so ... lifeless. Now, he was the complete opposite of what she saw back then.
She almost thought that seeing him last night was a dream, until it wasn't.
He looked slightly different than when she last saw him. His hair was slightly longer, he seemed older—he was older, he seemed different and the same at the same time. Because he was still Lucas. Ace.
"Ace," she finally breathed out.
He grinned, plopping his body down to sit on Isaac's former position, "I thought I told you to not call me that."
"Ace," she repeated, not caring about what he had said about the nickname. Her smile grew wide as the boy pulled her close, and in a matter of seconds ... she broke down.
"I-I thought you were dead," she sobbed out as she broke their embrace, struggling with each words. "I saw you, Ace. I planned your funeral. Yours and Ava's—oh, God. Please tell me Ava is—"
