#& freya mikaelson / lcvedied

[kennheir]

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‘  grief  is  just  love  with  no  place  to  go .  ’ (freya lcvedied)

SOMETIMES THE GRIEF FEELS NEVERENDING. An endless cycle of tears and rage and regrets, what ifs and what could have beens; if only she'd been faster, if only she hadn't been caught, if only hope had thought through her whole stupid plan through before damning henry AND their mom. But she can't say that, cant make the words crawl out of the hole their absence has left in her chest.

(Can't tell Freya a part of her blames hope for what happened.)

"It's supposed to get easier to deal with, right?" She doesn't remember her dad dying, only stories of a little baby her screaming the Bayou down when it happened, refusing to sleep without something of his for little hands to cluth on to, the scent of safety and home lulling her to sleep. Grandma Mary's was more a slow introduction to the concept of death, when she was old enough to start understanding what that meant.

Her mom's death was cruel, a tragedy that didn't need to happen. She was supposed to be there forever, not burned to death and forever bound from the most important part of herself, sacrificing herself for her daughter's safety. What good is immortality if it can't save the people who matter?