❝Klaus Mikaelson was the monster one would tell their children, he's the villain in everyone's stories, but for me he was the prince who saved me from myself and I think I saved the last bit of hope within him.❞
Bodie Erikson wasn't human, but...
『Chapter Fifty-One』 『the numbing pain of losing a brother』
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Normally, when it came to burying the body of someone that an immortal loves, it was something of ease, but for Bodie and Henry, this was rather difficult. They'd found that it was a rather difficult time to cope with everything, time seemed to rush by as if nothing happened and the pair of them wasn't even aware of the day anymore. They knew that it had been a few weeks or less since both Carol and Will died, but it wasn't like either were keeping track. All that the pair of them could do was stare at Will's desiccated and dead body as if that were the only interesting thing that they could focus on.
The others—Leo, Elena, Stefan, anyone who cared for Will—came to their home to offer their condolences, but when they didn't get a response, they left. It was like they were two statues who were watching as Will's dead body laid there. None even dared to move Will's body, as if moving his body would make it more real than anything else. There was nothing that neither of them could do for neither fully acknowledged the other's existence much, like they were two ghosts occupying the same space.
Bodie knew that if Will were here, something would've been said by now, that there would've been some kind of joke or conversation, but neither Bodie nor Henry could bring themselves to speak. All that the pair of them could do was either cry or stare off into the distance as if there was nothing happening in their minds. Of course, all that were going through their minds were the screams of their despair and the numbness that loss brings.
They thought that they would have forever with Will, they thought that they would have the rest of their immortal lives to be the family that they made for themselves. And yet, here the pair of them were, staring at Will and his lifeless corpse. As much as Bodie knew that this wasn't the first time that he stared at Will's dead body, he knew that this was different, he knew that the pain that he was feeling was different.
He had a bond with Will that no one could recreate, he had love for another that filled that hallow void in his chest when he originally lost his siblings. And now, that hallow feeling was back and it hurt more than ever. It was like that hallow feeling grew to cover his entire chest, like the pressure of losing another was something so great that he even found it rather hard to breath at times. Will was everything to Bodie, Will was his brother, someone who brought him down, and now he was dead.
Will was dead and it was Bodie's fault more than anything else. If it wasn't for everything that he did, then there was a chance that Will might be alive right now. If he'd been better, if he'd done so much more, then there was a chance that Will would still be here. Bodie fucked up, he knew that he fucked up, and he hated it more than anything else. He wished that he could've stopped this from happening, he wished that he knew that Klaus would strike right then and there just so that he could stop him.
