LITTLE WITCH ▹ THE ORIGINALS

thirty-four; bittersweet reunion

[minor, but possible trigger warning ahead -- please proceed with caution <3]

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Lifeless tears slid down Remi's pale cheeks like drops of dew pushed off of flower petals in the morning. She couldn't feel anything anymore - not her damp eye-bags, not her frigid hands, nor her splitting headache. She was numb.

Remi Moore destroyed everything she touched. She had taken over the lives of the Mikaelsons, burrowing deep into their hearts and giving them something to lose, sending their ruthless millennium-long dynasty to ground. She had gotten her aunt killed because of her stubbornness and the persistent need to question everything she came into contact with. She had willingly left New Orleans, abandoning the only people left in the world who cared about her, and replaced them with a pipe dream. She had entered the DeMarco home. She had refused their offer to train her. She killed them, and left her aunt Mira and her cousin Daniel without anyone. Remi Moore had done all of that, and she could never forgive herself for it. 

Her feet ached as they connected with the sharp gravel, leaving specks of crimson blood behind. The sun had long since set, the sky filling with darkness instead. There were no stars, nothing lighting the path in front of her - the moonlight shrouded by enormous pine trees with rotting bark. 

Remi's lungs burned from exhaustion. Her head (both in the external and internal sense) ached and her eyelids spasmed erratically. It felt like she was dying. How had it come to this? What had she ever done that cursed her to breathe in a world which wants nothing more than to see her broken?  All the seventeen-year-old could do was slump slide down the base of a diseased tree, rotted by the girdling of insects. 

Air reverberated against her lungs, sending out ragged breaths into the silent, taciturn night. Remi closed her eyes, tracing circles with her index finger - a deep hole forming in the damp earth. 

She had nothing left to say. Her tempestuous eyes were dry, emotionless as they stared off into nothingness. God, she felt like an idiot. For almost being a legal adult, she sure felt like a child. Could she not do one thing right? Could she not survive a month on her own without making a colossal mistake?

Remi's shaking hand traveled to the base of her neck where the 'M' pendant sat, the beautiful silver charm from the protection necklace that Freya had gifted her. Her hand lingered there for a moment, lost in the memory of the past. But with a swift yank, the necklace dropped to the ground with a clink. 

The girl's eyes remained stationary, still burning their mindless holes into the forest plane. Unbeknownst to her, the sole turmoil of her mind had caused her vision to send a few trees tumbling to the ground. Remi slowly felt herself slipping into a place of nothing - a place where nothing and no one mattered.