Legends ⤛ Legacies ⤜

We'll never be these kids again

AN: in this story, I have changed numerous things as to how they played out in canon. These changes mainly focus on the deaths that happened. So, just so you know what you're getting into, Stefan never killed Enzo, only snapped his neck; due to this Bonnie was not inclined to use the cure on him out of revenge. She overpowered him through other means and, through magic (like dark Josie), turned his humanity switch back on. She then proceeded to give the cure to Enzo and they got their happy ending. Not only that, but in the tomb, Damon knocked Stefan out, not the other way around. That means that Damon died in the hellfire, not Stefan. Elena was nowhere to be found during that sequence of events, and to this day, she is believed dead. Finally, Elijah took the Hollow and died, not Klaus, because, let's be honest, that's what would've happened if the writers didn't want to make Hope an orphan.

Life was a burden, and yet death was a fear. Deyanira Page had never heard a more valid statement. Since birth, she had carried an impossible weight on her shoulders. She never knew what to do with it. Despite this, she would not falter. She would stand tall and act as if the world was not weighing her down. She knew it was unrealistic to do so, for even Atlas had shrugged.

She never knew what came with death. Was it peace? Or even more pain? She hoped not. She didn't know what her peace would be. How could she know something she had never felt? But, oh, how she knew pain. Pain was a constant, not quite a friend, but surely not a foe. For what foe would keep you company in the depths of your despair? What foe would remind you that you are human when you feel the most detached?

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Detached. That described what she felt most as she and Landon walked with Rafael to the church. She had been through tough shit with her foster brothers, but this one took the cake. She didn't want to be anywhere near a church, or any godly place for that matter. Nothing against the people who did, but that was a can of worms she had sealed shut and never intended to open again.

"Hey, you, okay?" Rafael asked, noticing her state of detachment. "You know you didn't have to come? We know how hard stuff like this is for you." The sympathy in his voice was both comforting and frustrating as Landon nodded alongside him. They did know. They knew the panic attacks she would have when Hector and Maria used to try and take them to church. They knew the rushed prayers she would recite in her nightmares.

"No, I'm fine, seriously." She reassured them at their doubtful looks. She dropped her arms from where they had been wrapped tightly around her midriff and smiled comfortingly at the two boys. "Anyway, none of us should be going. Seriously, Rafael, it's not right." Landon nodded in his agreement.

"It is what it is," He sighed defeatedly.

"You're not catholic." Landon pointed out. "You shouldn't have to confess your sins."

"I tossed a lawn mower through the patio doors, guys. If apologizing to God gets Hector and Maria off my back, so be it." Deya halted when they caught sight of the church. The boys began to walk up the steps, but Deya found herself rooted to the ground. Rafael turned when he realized that she was not following them. He smiled sympathetically and tapped Landon on the shoulder, signaling him to her distress.

"Hey, Deya?" he said, waving his hand in front of her face. She blinked out of her trance and turned to him.

"Sorry," she muttered quietly. She took a deep breath and tried to gather the courage to walk up the steps. She was unable to due to already using that courage to be here without breaking down.

"Deya, just wait outside, we'll be out soon." Landon suggested.

"No, I-I have to be there for Raf."

"It's fine Deya, really." Rafael reassured her. She knew herself well enough to know that she wouldn't be able to make it in either way, so she nodded gratefully. Turning around Deya, sat on the steps and put in her headphones and turned on her audiobook.