New Orleans was slightly warmer than she remembered; that was probably because last time she even stepped foot in the city was when it was winter. And now it was summer and the sun was shining brighter than she had ever remembered. Yet a slight wind took her hair backwards.
Right foot, left foot. She focussed mainly on her feet instead of her environment, maybe she was so fascinated in her own movements it occupied her. It was her, though it seemed the same as it had been, she was finally herself and she felt like she could finally breathe.
When she looked up, willow found herself stood a few feet away from the memorial, it still stood tall and Christopher's plaque still outshone everyone else's. Only now, Willow could see that plenty more photos were added from loved ones that were lost whilst she was away.
Her eyes scanned the engravings in Christopher's plaque as she reminded herself of everything she had forgotten. She couldn't believe he made her forget even Christopher.
Willow looked above Christopher's and saw a strangely familiar face, it maybe took her longer than she would like to admit, to recognise her own photo. But she has been living a life where she never really recognised who was in the mirror.
In our hearts
Always and forever
It was simple, but she recognised Elijah saying always and forever to his family. The promise was big, it was unfortunate that when they said it to her, it was immediately broken.
Willow couldn't help but smile sadly at the girl in the photo, she looked so happy. So unsuspecting on what was to come, not knowing that she'd be thrown around, compelled to forget her entire existence, forced to give up everything she loved.
She wondered who put it up.
Elijah knew he had everybody watching. Strangers, family, enemies.
The news had quickly been spread as soon as he returned home, alone. The girl had fallen, taken her own life in order to save the one she loved. It was tragic yet noble and though Elijah didn't like lying to all of his allies, people that knew her, people who's lives she effected in a good way. He knew the secret had to stay safe, with him and his siblings. Nobody else.
He took a deep breath in and stepped into the candlelight, as Elijah and Willow were travelling, another attack hit the wolves and took more lives, including a lot of vampires that were allocated to protect them. Their families, their friends were all there.
And it was the perfect time to get this done, confirm the rumours, tell everyone that what they heard was true. He had a photo ready in a frame that said minimal, but the words meant a lot.
The crowds split as Elijah made his presence known. Red eyes looked up as people were crying, but out of all their pain, they knew Elijah's was the greatest.
All eyes were on him. He walked slowly forward, feeling the presence of Tristan in the background, but Elijah acted stupid. Everything needed to be aural and not staged, but he did in fact lose the girl he loved more than life itself, she wasn't dead. But she wasn't there anymore and she wasn't coming back.
He walked up to Christopher's memorial. Elijah hung the frame above Christopher's and revealed the girl, she smiled, it felt like he had captured that exact moment, freezing it in time. Elijah wished he could jump into that photo and share the moment with her.
He stayed there in silence for a moment, allowing everyone to have their fill, stare at him a little, let Tristan understand what has actually happened. And the anger rose, Elijah shot his head up and looked to his side, locking eyes with Tristan in the distance, letting him see the empty soul of a broken man.
The three, Tristan and two of his men, they spoke amongst each other before backing off and disappearing into a dark alley.
That was the last time they ever saw Tristan De Martel.
Willow felt sick at the sight of the memorial to her. That was her memorial and she wasn't even dead.
She walked up to it, taking it off the wall and throwing it down on the floor. The glass protecting the photo smashed and to add the damage, she stomped her foot down on it, and again and again until the words were barely recognisable and the photo had been torn by the smashed glass.
A few passers by stared at her like she was insane, defacing a memorial. How rude, how sick of someone ruining something belonging to the dead.
"You don't know the half of it, lady" Willow snapped at a woman staring in disgust. Willow was out of breath, but she knew she went a little too far.
I'll Be Good - James Young
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Willow ↠ Elijah Mikaelson
Fanfiction"And to give you the life you've always wanted, Willow, I'm going to have to let you go" Willow Matthews was a bright spark, she was well known and well looked after. That was until, she went missing. The Mikaelson's were in the midst of a battle w...
