Authors' s note: For the record, Landon is dead, Hope is still sleeping by the beginning of season 3, and well, everything else is basically the same.
Hope is not dead.
Hope is not dead.
Hope is not dead.
Hope is not dead.
She is not dead.
She is not.
Hope Mikaelson is not dead.
No, Hope Mikaelson is certainly not dead. If she were dead, I wouldn't' t feel the warm tingling on my wrist when I hold it up to her face. If she were dead her skin would be pale and white and decaying. If she were dead the headmaster would be in pieces.
If Hope Mikaelson were dead...
But Hope isn' t dead because she is sleeping. Yes, simply sleeping. Not like Landon, his skin isn't warm and rosy, his breath has left his lungs, and his eyes aren't just simply closed. They are clouded with grief and death.
Landon is dead.
My brother, no matter how many times I tried to wake him up, wouldn't open his eyes.
I tried.
I really did. I tried to pry them open but his eyes were cold and grey and unmoving. His eyes, the eyes of the only real family I knew.
Landon is dead. Hope is not.
No matter how many times I tell myself that, apparently my brain refuses to accept it. Denial. Alaric told me I am in denial. But I know that Landon is dead and Hope is not.
I am not in denial.
I am just unfeeling.
Is should be grateful, happy even, because I am not blinded and absolutely engulfed in grief.
My best friend is dead.
My bests friends are dead.
See? I understand. I get it. So why do they get to die and not me?
It's not fair.
It' s not fair.
Not fair. Not far. Not fair.
Oh right, she' s not dead. Hope isn't dead. Why is it that is it that I can' t make myself remember that.
She's not dead you idiot. But she may as well be.
Why do I care? Why should I care? But you do care.
No I don' t.
I just want my brother. I just want Landon, that' s it. But he's 10 feet under the ground. And I' m 10 feet under the water.
I' m 10 feet under the water and I' m drowning. I' m drowning and she' s trying to pull me up.
Red.
I' m fading into euphoria and all I can see is faint streaks of red. It looks like fire. It' s sparkling against the sun as if it were its equal. As if the sun recognized the being standing over the water was as fierce, and unyielding as it is.
But I remember I'm drowning and being pulled under by the waves of my brother's memory.
There it is again, that beautiful catch of red.
I blink, and it' s gone.
They' re all gone.
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The Legacy Of A Tribrid
Fanfic(These characters belong to Julie Plec, any characters created from her belong to her and only her) Floating is a wonderful feeling, almost like not feeling at all, I am a girl, who is floating. I'm supposed to be sleeping. I don't remember who I am...
