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It was hard for Hope to fall in love. She had had her heart broken before, not by a lover but worst, by family. Death seemed to cross her path all the time, and everyone she held dear ended up death. She wasn't a romantic, she liked her fairytales just like any other girl, but she never looked for them. They seemed foreign, not for someone like her. Hope thought she didn't deserve it, no, she truly believed she didn't deserve her.
I was hard for Hope to fall in love with her. She was too selfish, too cold, too heartbroken for it. She was the exact opposite; she was selfless, lovable, always trying her best to make people around her happy. She was a ray of sunshine and that's what the Mikaelson heir feared. She feared her darkness taking over the light she seemed to project.
It was easy for Hope to pretend her heart didn't break every time Penelope flirted with her. Easy to pretend, to suffer silently for her. She knew how difficult was to love a Mikaelson, how dangerous it was. Herself, her memories, her eyes reminded her every day. So she repeated it to herself every day. She was safer without her, the brunette was better without her.
It was easy for Hope to pretend she didn't love her. To pretend she was just as heartless as everyone saw her, so cold, so untouchable. To pretend that she didn't bleed or cry like they did. But the pain was easy, she thought.
It was hard to resist the urge to just walk over her and hold her, to get lost in her compelling eyes. It made her frustrated to think about how her hands would fit in hers, how her lips would move against hers, how the three little worlds she so needed to hear would sound on her lips.
It was easy to think about her self-preservation, to sacrifice her happiness to protect herself. Hope was selfish; it could very well be a hereditary trait from the Mikaelson family, but it was hard when it came to her feelings for Josie Saltzman.
