Silence is golden, If so, then the loneliness that follows would never be as deafening. It's always the same, isn't it? Once you lose something you realise how much loved it...
Maeve felt exactly the same. Her apartment was in complete silence. It scared her. She was confident. She was fearless. She never shied away from a fight, no matter how big. But when it came to confronting her feelings, her emotions she was always confused or preferred leaving them undisclosed or ran away from them.
She laid in her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling and fingers playing with the edges of the duvet. She could hear the leaves on the trees rustling through the breeze. The clock's ticking also seemed like being played on a speaker. That's how silent the night felt for Maeve. She longed for just another day with her parents. Another day where her family was not broken or gone. She was ready to make a deal with the devil if only it meant that she could have those moments with her parents once again and not lose them.
The night had been an absolute bliss. Just as Rebekah left, Maeve used a spell she found in the grimoires and opened a portal. That portal helped Ezekiel and Amara in her apartment. The seven of them spent the night awake sharing laughter and stories.
Maeve walked out into the living room. Empty pizza boxes were stacked on the kitchen counter. Flute glasses for Champagne were set carefully next to the sink. The seven glasses and a bottle of wine made her burst into tears. The emptiness stung like it never did before. Ezekiel and Amara returned a bit after ghosts disappeared.
An entire day of family now seemed a lucid dream.
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Upon entering the apartment in the early afternoon, Rebekah stomped her way into the room. Her eyes quickly scanned the area, and they landed on Maeve who was sitting next to the kitchen island, staring off into space. Rebekah took one look at Maeve's lackluster posture and knew immediately that something was wrong. She approached Maeve and wrapped her hands around her in a comforting embrace.
"You're missing them." said Rebekah softly. Maeve placed her hand on top of Rebekah's nodding her head.
"Look at it this way..." began Rebekah hoping to convince, "you got an entire day with your family. You got to see them, meet them, spend time with them. It was a privilege, wouldn't you agree?"
"I guess so." she said half heartedly.
"It was."
"You felt bad, didn't you? When you saw me with them." Rebekah nodded, feeling like not lying to her.
"I did. I'll be honest. When I saw how lovingly they hugged you or how everything suddenly changed."
"I know you'll unite with your family soon." Maeve assured her. "Where did you stay for the night?"
"A hotel nearby." she told Maeve. "The receptionist was tasty." said Rebekah, trying to make Maeve smile. She smiled, herself when Maeve cracked one. It was not half hearted, it was genuine.
