Shadows Within

FIVE

It had been two years since you've left me, my love, in that sunny day in June. I have come home crying to my father and my heart felt like it was pouring a rain.

Since then, I've been trying to move on, to forget you the way my father told me I should, for regardless of what you've told me, I knew in my heart there was only a smallest chance you would come back. But I found that I couldn't, for you were my sun and the moon and I thought I might have loved you. Of course, you would deny I ever felt such a thing when I didn't even know you that well to begin with, but the way my heart swelled with a joy every time I saw your face, that felt like a love.

You've been there for me when I felt like dying, held me in your arms and kissed me on the forehead, told me I was going to be fine and even when I knew nothing was ever going to be same way again, I believed you, my love. Because it was you who were telling me so and I loved you so much to ever consider doubting your word.

A lot of things had changed since we were last together. Well, my father and Caroline are still dancing around each other like a couple of teenagers (from what I hear, they've been doing it since Caroline was a teenager) and Alaric is still Alaric, but some things did change. I've stopped putting defenses around myself and actually started to trust people (wouldn't you say that's improvement?), started to let myself opening up enough to befriend the Saltzman twins who were both happy enough to let me in.

Josie (you don't know Josie, but she's really cool) dated Penelope Park (it was an insult to Satan to call her Satan, Lizzie told me) but they were broken up now (more like Penelope dumped her for a reason nobody had yet to understand and Josie was pretty broken about it for a while), but she was mostly fine now. Lizzie (people didn't really understand her because she appeared very mean in the surface, but once you get to know her, you knew she actually had a heart of a gold) was still having a very hard time dealing with her mental illness and the students weren't exactly understanding about it, but since I understood what it felt like to have an episode, Lizzie often came to me and we spent the night talking about a life without any hardships and difficulties. Anyway, I've got to get going now. I would write to you later. I hope you are doing well wherever you are now, my love.

Yours only, Hope

Hope Mikaelson leaned against her chair with a deep sigh, staring at the piece of a parchment with a deep frown. Yet another letter she wasn't going to send. Honestly, when she started writing letters that she in no way was going to send, it was a way to fill up the space he had left behind in her heart when he had left her aching with a broken heart. But after thousands of the same letters that changed very little, Hope wondered maybe if she should stop them already. But then she thought of the way those letters made her feel, like he was here with her in the room and decided she wasn't going to even if Lizzie would think she was being absolutely foolish if she ever found out, or worse, pity her.

Suddenly, the front door of her room opened and there she was, Lizzie Saltzman in all of her glory, smiling at her in a way that made her feel very suspicious indeed. "Don't look at me like that, Mikaelson. I am only here to tell you that my dad wants you to head to the church with him now."

Hope frowned deeply at her, confused. "Church?" She asked. "What for?"

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "What do you think, doofus? To pray." Lizzie crossed her arms across her chest and in that moment, Lizzie looked very much like her mother did when she was disapproving of their actions. "Dad wants you to go with him to stop an exorcism of an innocent, young werewolf boy."

Hope nodded her head. "I would be there in a minute." She told her. "I just need to get dressed first."

Lizzie stared at her up and down, frowning. "Yes, you are definitely in a need of wardrobe change." Lizzie waved her hands in front of herself and suddenly, Hope found herself in a fancy dreas she certainly wouldn't wear for exorcism.