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chapter fifty-nine
the becoming
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EVERYONE IN THE supernatural world was familiar with death, whether it be loved ones, strangers, the act of killing another, or you, yourself dying, everyone was accustomed to death.
This was why Jordanna woke that morning, ready to face the day with ease, she figured nothing could phase her anymore, that she could attend the funeral, say her grace, and put it all behind her.
But she felt something weird in her heart, and as Stefan would say, her emotions were heightened, so she felt the pile-up of the two deaths.
Cami and Jordanna were hardly friends, but they had moments of understanding, even if they were brief and Davina? Davina's relationship with Jordanna was special to her. She was like a sister to her, no she was her little sister, because no matter the argument ⸻ Jordanna had and would always care for her.
That morning, the day of the funeral, Jordanna easily ignored Elijah. He'd try to catch her eye, try to start a conversation, but she wouldn't listen. Actually, that was a lie ⸻ they did speak, briefly.
Elijah tried to defend his actions and she, not so politely, told him to choke on shit.
So, as they walked down the busy New Orleans street, behind Cami's coffin, she focused on the jazz band that played loudly, watching as Naomi slowed her step to fall in line with Klaus and Jordanna.
"Nice choice," Naomi said dryly, eyeing Jordanna's outfit before scoffing, averting her eyes elsewhere.
"Cami would've liked it," Jordanna defended, not taking offence to the brunette's wry tone.
Cami would've laughed if she saw what Jordanna was wearing ⸻ sure, it wasn't funeral appropriate, the dress may have been a tad too short and the heels too high, but somehow, she knew Cami wouldn't expect anything different from her.
