𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, klaus mikealson

060. 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍

𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 stood beside Leora, his hand gently holding hers as they walked through the solemn stillness of the graveyard. The sun cast a warm glow upon the grass, as if offering a gentle embrace to those who found solace among the tombstones.

Leora, now a ten-year-old girl with long dark curly locks and her mother's brown eyes, stayed close to her father, finding comfort in his presence. They made their way to a familiar spot, where white roses adorned a simple headstone—a tribute to Evangelina, a loving mother, friend, and celestial.

As Leora's small hand clutched a bouquet of white roses, she took a deep breath, drawing strength from her father's unwavering support. With a determined look in her eyes, she approached her mother's grave, a mix of reverence and curiosity in her gaze.

"Hello, Mum," Leora began softly, her voice filled with a blend of innocence and a deep longing to connect with the mother she had never known. "I hope you are doing well in heaven. Dad has told me wonderful stories about you, and I feel like I know you through him."

Klaus watched his daughter with a mixture of pride and sorrow, his heart heavy with the weight of the memories he had shared with Evangelina. He listened attentively, cherishing every word that Leora spoke, as she continued to open her heart to her mother.

"I know you left a letter for me," Leora said, her voice tinged with both curiosity and a sense of wonder. "And I have one for you." With a tender touch, she placed her own handwritten letter gently upon the grave, nestling it amidst the fresh white roses.

Leora closed her eyes for a moment, as if silently connecting with the spirit of her mother. Her small hand reached out, lightly brushing against the engraved words on the headstone, tracing the letters that spelled out Evangelina's name. In that simple gesture, a bond, both earthly and ethereal, was formed.

"I love you, Mum," Leora whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and resilience. "I may not have had the chance to know you, but I carry your spirit within me. And I want you to know that I will make you proud. Always and forever."

Klaus, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, knelt beside his daughter, wrapping his arms around her. In that moment, they found solace in each other, their love and shared memories weaving a tapestry that spanned generations.

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Leora and Klaus strolled hand in hand through the rolling hills, the gentle breeze rustling their hair. The beauty of nature surrounded them, painting a serene backdrop for their conversation. Leora's grip tightened on Klaus's hand, her innocent eyes filled with curiosity and concern.

"Daddy, will Mum always be with us? Is she okay?" Leora's voice was filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty.

Klaus smiled warmly, kneeling down to be at his daughter's eye level. "You know, my dear, even though we can't see your mother, she's always with us in a special way."

Leora's face brightened with interest. "Where, Daddy? How?"

Klaus paused for a moment, his eyes shimmering with affection. "In your heart, my love. Your mother lives on in your heart and in the memories we cherish. And even though we can't see her, her spirit is always here, watching over us."

Leora's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling. "Really, Daddy? Mum is always with me?"

Klaus nodded, his voice filled with tenderness. "Always, my sweet girl. She may not be physically present, but she'll always be a part of you. You can talk to her in your thoughts, and she will listen."

As if in response to their conversation, a gentle presence enveloped Leora. She turned her head, a feeling of warmth and comfort filling her young heart. No physical form stood beside her, but Leora knew her mother was there.