She may be the youngest, but she'd be damned if she's the weakest.
Brynn Mikaelson doesn't want much out of life. She spends her days in New Orleans with her best friends and stays out of the way of her older siblings.
But when she gets called to...
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1 Week Later
Brynn was a baby. She had to face facts. She was a baby. As soon as she said goodbye to Marcel, Davina, Isaiah, and Gabi, she wanted to crawl back to them and ask if she was making the right choice.
Leaving Mystic Falls was necessary. At the time, at least. Brynn needed to make amends with the Sanchez twins, and she doesn't regret making the trip.
But she regrets that horrible voicemail she left Damon. Oh, how she wishes she could take it back. How she wishes she could teleport to Mystic Falls and beg for his forgiveness.
She can't help but think of the disgusting romantic comedies Gabi and Davina made her watch in the past. Does she need to grab a boombox and hold it over her head? Does she need to make Damon stand on a field while she sings a song into a microphone and dance down the bleachers?
Ugh, just thinking about it makes her uncomfortable. She wasn't this person. She didn't romanticize things, let alone think about how she should reveal her feelings and ask someone for forgiveness.
Brynn Mikaelson didn't ask for forgiveness. She didn't allow herself care enough about others to feel the need to ask for forgiveness in the first place.
But she wanted Damons forgiveness. She wanted to bawl her eyes out and cry and scream and beg for him to forgive her. It was scary.
Brynn felt physically sick, as she had for the past week. She drove to Westwood. She drove all the way to her old house and parked across the street. She debated on getting out and walking up to the house, but she stopped.
Why?
Because of the redhead.
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4 Days Ago
Brynn had to admit, the woman was stunning. Her glossy red hair flowed down her back like a waterfall. She was short and petite, sporting a flowery dress with cute white sandals. She held a plate of cookies - homemade by the looks of it- in her hand and took a minute to collect herself before she rang the doorbell.
It was cute, how she fumbled to fix a stray piece of hair out of her face before Drew opened the door.
And then he did the one thing that forced Brynn to walk away.
He smiled.
And not a fake smile like the ones he used to give to his coworkers at school. Not the one who he gave to the mailman who shoved the Legos he ordered from Amazon into the mailbox instead of placing it on the porch. Not the smile he gave to those after having a long day, but still trying to be nice.
It was real. She almost forgot what it looked like.
