SIDE CHARACTER [ 1 ]| THE ORIGINALS & LEGACIES

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I laid under the comforters on my bed, remembering what it was like that day Roman was here with me, an arm wrapped around me as we both did silent tasks. I remembered how he had kissed me, apologizing for what he had done before I had even knew about it. How guilty he looked before he took Hope into that house. 

I was mad and sad at the same time. I was enraged with how he snapped my neck to prevent me from witnesses most of the event. If he hadn't, would I have been able to save Hayley? I could've given her my daylight ring for the fight and stayed in the shadows. I could've fought off Greta before she grabbed Hayley's heart.

I could've done something, that I was sure of. Maybe I could've gotten there before Elijah knocked out Caroline, and then maybe I could've stopped him. Maybe then Caroline and Klaus could've gotten inside in time and been the Klaroline team they are, and fight Greta together.

The great Hayley Marshall died to protect her daughter, and I couldn't even be apart of the fight. This family has wronged her. Elijah has wronged her, despite the fact he didn't have his memories. I knew they met in France, I knew she went. She told me about it, and that was why I sent off to see him myself.

Hayley Marshall was gone, all because I trusted an ancient bad boy vampire with a damaged soul. That was probably why it was easier when I was a side character in this story that was my life. Always a pawn in someone else's life, always there aiding. Because when I start to have a life of my own, people get hurt. 

This time it was Hayley, and maybe next time it'll be Hope.

And that's why I keep my secrets to myself. To protect this family from something it didn't need to know. To protect myself from finding out things I probably didn't want to know, either.

Hope was still asleep, Freya in the dorm room with her to be there when she woke up. I could barely pull myself out of bed, so I laid there with one of Elijah's journals in my hands, reading about him and Lorelle over and over again. 

A note appeared on my desk, and I got up for the first time. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused as to who would be sending me messages via witch.

Roman. 

I unfolded the piece of paper to see an address sprawled in a messy cursive.

"I hope you can find it to forgive me," was written under it, with a "P.S. I wish someone could hold me, now, too."

I stared at the address, contemplating going. He hurt my family. He aided in kidnapping Hayley, which spiraled into bringing the Hallow back into New Orleans, back near Hope. It wasn't his fault, though.

It was a battle with myself at this point. A battle was playing inside my head for the version of me that wanted to understand where Roman was coming from, but the other side of me knew that he had some fault in it.

But then, didn't I? For letting Hope take her mother in the first place, letting her cloak her?

I threw the paper in frustration, but I let out a bitter laugh as it just floated back to it's place because that's how paper was. A sob came after the laugh, and I found myself sitting myself on the floor, pulling my knees up to my chest and putting my head on them. The light on my lamp flickered, and I knew that meant Hope was awake. Her dorm room was right next to mine.

I walked out, wiping my tears. I opened the door to see her crying on Freya's shoulder, holding her aunt for dear life. I sat down with them, putting my arms around them, deciding that Roman can wait.

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