Hosie~ One Shots

Forever Together

In the quiet town of Mystic Falls, the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted buzzed with an unusual energy. The once peaceful halls were now filled with whispers and apprehension. The Merge was imminent, a fateful event where one twin must absorb the other's powers, and Josie and Lizzie Saltzman were at the center of it all.

Hope Mikaelson, the tribrid with a heavy heart, watched with bated breath as her best friends, the twins, faced their destiny. Hope had always harbored feelings for Josie, a bond that went beyond friendship, but now, those feelings were tinged with a deep sense of dread.

The night of the Merge arrived. Under a full moon, Josie and Lizzie stood opposite each other in the clearing, their faces pale but resolute. The ritual began, magic swirling around them, the air crackling with energy. Hope stood on the sidelines, tears streaming down her face, whispering silent prayers for both their safety.

As the energy intensified, it became clear that Josie, despite her determination, was losing. Lizzie's power began to overshadow hers, and with a final, heart-wrenching cry, Josie collapsed. The world seemed to stop for Hope as she rushed to Josie's side, cradling her in her arms.

"Josie, please don't leave me," Hope whispered, her voice breaking.

Josie smiled weakly, her eyes full of love and sadness. "I'm sorry, Hope. I love you." With those final words, Josie's eyes closed, and her body went limp.

Hope's scream echoed through the clearing, a sound of pure anguish and despair. Lizzie, now imbued with Josie's power, looked on in horror, realizing the cost of their family's curse.

Days turned into weeks, and Hope's world became a blur of grief and numbness. She barely ate, barely spoke, and her heart ached with an emptiness she couldn't fill. She spent hours at Josie's grave, talking to her as if she were still there, begging for a sign, anything to ease her pain.

One particularly stormy evening, Hope knelt at the grave, her tears mingling with the rain. "I can't do this without you, Josie. Please, come back to me."

As if her pleas were heard, a soft, ethereal light appeared before her. Hope blinked through her tears, hardly daring to believe her eyes. There, standing before her, was Josie, or at least, her ghostly form.

"Hello, beautiful," Josie said, her voice gentle and soothing.

"Josie?" Hope whispered, reaching out a trembling hand.

Josie's ghostly hand met hers, and though it was cold and insubstantial, the connection was enough to send a jolt of recognition through Hope. "Hope, I'm here," Josie said softly, her voice carrying a calm that Hope had missed so dearly.

"I've missed you so much," Hope sobbed, her tears flowing freely. "I can't go on without you."

Josie's ghost knelt beside her, wrapping her in an embrace that was more emotional than physical. "I'm always with you, Hope. You have to be strong. For both of us."

"But it hurts so much," Hope cried, burying her face in her hands.

"I know," Josie whispered. "But you have to live. You have to find a way to keep going. For me, for your family, for everyone who loves you."

Hope looked up, meeting Josie's gaze. The love and strength in Josie's eyes gave her a glimmer of hope. "I'll try," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'll be watching over you," Josie promised. "Always."

As the storm subsided, the ghostly image of Josie began to fade, but the warmth of her presence lingered. Hope sat by the grave long after Josie's spirit had gone, a new resolve settling in her heart.