Everyone At This Party

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Translation : Italian to English

bambina bella - beautiful girl
Posso chiamarti, bella? - can I call you, beautiful?
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Lizzie's POV

I was dragged out of bed by Mg an hour ago to go to this party that I didn't want to go to, it was a collage party that was far away from the Salvatore school. I only came because well he tricked me into thinking there was a chance she would be here. So here I am, sinking in alcohol and looking for the one and only Hope Mikaelson. I missed her, that's why. When she turned off her humanity, she left, as far as I've heard she hasn't done anything bad, she's just gone back to New Orleans to be with the family. It's been a year and I just miss her.

Before all of that we were in a very committed relationship for 2 years, we were happy, at least I thought we were. She wasn't happy. So, she broke up with me. She said that she really did love me, but she didn't feel like our relationship was working for her. She told me she needed space and she left. I haven't seen her since last December, though we broke up late November. It's Christmas Eve and I'm at a party getting wasted, wishing my ex-girlfriend was here. God I must be a wreck. And I realized when I looked up from my drink that everyone at this party wasn't her. They never would be. This guy was trying to hook up with me earlier but he's not her and I couldn't do it. I haven't moved on and believe me I've tried. I just can't, she was my forever, but I guess I wasn't hers.

I asked for a round of shots and downed them all, I paid my tab and left. Mg and the rest of the Supersquad were here, they were my ride, but I didn't want to be there. I left the college, and I started walking into town drunk off my ass. I sat on a park bench; it was cold, and it started to rain but I couldn't bring myself to care. I just sat there, crying. Tears would fall but no one would notice as the rain washed them away. My face definitely didn't give it away because I was numb. My face was blank, and I was alone in the park. It was 2am when Josie found me, 4 hours since I left the party.

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The next time I opened my eyes, it was almost 1 in the afternoon, I was in my bed holding onto one of Hope's pillows that I stole. I got out of bed with a killer headache, but I paid no mind to it. I brushed my teeth and changed into one of Hope's hoodies and left the room. I could hear the party going on downstairs. Oh right. It's Christmas. I didn't feel very Merry today.

Instead of joining the party, I just went to Hope's room and locked the door. I had to make sure no one would bother me. I got into her bed and took in her sent, that alone made me tear up. I held onto another one of her pillows and sunk my face into it as I cried.

I didn't understand what I did wrong, what made her want to leave me, leave the school and not return. It made me want to die. I don't think I could handle this type of pain. I hated this. I just laid there crying in her bed for an hour and half, hoping she would just come back. When I had stopped crying, I got out of bed and started to write my thoughts about last night and soon turned it into a song. I used Hope's guitar, and by the time I was finished, it was 4 in the afternoon. I practiced it and wrote down the notes and music. After doing that, I felt like I haven't really spoke to anyone, I haven't even been online. So, I know my fans at this school and outside of school will be waiting to see when I'll be online again. Since the breakup, I just shut off from everything. I decided to go on a live on my Instagram.

Immediately, the views started flowing in, it stared at 100, moving to a thousand, then finally landing somewhere between 50k - 100,000k. I blushed a little when I saw Hope's family members joining. "Hey guys, I just wanted to come on here and let you know that I am alive, barely but I am, I've just been going through a really bad breakup right now" I smiled at little for the first time in forever.

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