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and so this is how it went. life became unrecognizable ---- irreconcilable. one second there was , and the next there wasn't. a cavernous tomb where a sister ---- in this case meaning inverse , or mirror ; could've been or never was ---- should've been. things had never been so quiet. a few days ago , he was screaming down the house for some goddamned peace and quiet and now .... now the only thing louder than the silence was those machines mom was hooked up to. breathing machines and eegs and ct scans and feeding tubes ---- like a fucking cyborg. it was all for show. the longer she was hooked up , the less likely she was to wake .... but dr grayson gilbert knew that. stayed out late like he was going to single-handedly find the cure to death or some shit. zombie wife and dead daughter and he was still the eternal fucking optimist. jeremy just wished he'd pull the plug already. mom didn't want- wouldn't have wanted .... but every time he brought it up , grayson just gave him this strained ' it should've been you ' smile , and really , who was he to argue with that ?? just his son. just an uncomfortable conversation about whether the knives needed to be locked up. just a ' if only he was more like ... ' not his daughter. not his wife. not someone he particularly wanted around. and so he nicked elena's diary for company and ran out of the house where the funeral feasts and condolences never ended. ran until he reached her grave. lit up. took a xanax. thought about the guy on the football team he'd given a blowjob to ( dead as his sister ). thought about taking more. started reading instead. " fuck off. " he wasn't in the mood for commiseration.

She wasn't really sure why she was in the cemetery but at least it was quiet, somewhat peaceful, the definition of a perfect place to think. 2009- a year before she's even born which meant both of her biological parents were still alive and happy and she was unable to do anything to shift the timeline, to warn them of what was to come in their futures or even risk taking the chance to just see them again. The voice catches her off guard, a brow rising as she's pulled from her thoughts and she glances over, arms crossing over her chest almost immediately. "It's public property," Oaklee retorts sharply. "Should really take your attitude out on whoever pissed in your coffee this morning not some random passerby's."

@hellsmouthstarters

It hadn't been until she was well into her nursing residency that her whitelighter healing abilities had activated, not that she really needed it having been trained in the art of first aid and cpr by 18, but every now and then she cheated a little bit and used it, rarely ever on humans unless absolutely necessary, of course. She'd stayed back a bit watching her brother trying to help the other with a hint of a smile on her lips. She didn't want to impose, to get in his way, or even make him feel like he wasn't doing a decent job because he actually was for someone untrained. "Everything okay over here," Melinda questioned softly. "Anything I can do to help?"