FORGET ME NOT

                Happy. The man would not know what that feeling was even if it hit him as a load of bricks. Everett just wasn’t someone that could do happy. That had been the conclusion that he had reached within the past ten years. But he was better, he was ok. When he actually said he was fine he could actually mean it and not be lying through his teeth, “I am ok,” he was not in the business of lying. Not to her and not to anyone anymore, “I am glad to hear that. The Felicity part. Would be strange to ask how is she doing?” He hadn’t talked to her since she had last requested for him to burn down the house he had built for them, a gesture he had felt extended past the building and more towards their relationship but she was not going to say that. “And now you’re living with Justus here? Thanks. Just closed down my bar and heading out for a walk. Want to join?” 

                “I’m alright,” He was better than he had been ten years ago. At the brink of literally putting everyone back in circles and just walking away. Back then he figured his anger had managed to blind him and made his powers act all up. “You should get Landon to help you, somethings she can be a bit useful,” the latter part was a joke, Landon was the best friend that the man had, one that he had learned to appreciate and be thankful for. Especially within the past ten years. “It is. I started it about five years and put it finally to business three years go -- actually I think next week will mark the fourth year. Anything catch your eye?” 

            “I feel like you just skimmed over the part where I said please wipe that disapproval look off your face. And I for once am not ok with that,” Apparently expressing his feelings was one of the many things that he had decided to work on within the past decade, not that it had ever been an issue with Landon but he felt that he should keep expressing himself just to make sure he didn’t loss this new skill he had managed to acquire. “I think you are wrong and the next person that comes to this house is going to agree with me. Maybe you can help me by telling Jacob to start wearing a fucking shirt and stop leaving his sucks everywhere, he appears to listen to you more.”

                 He had told anyone that actually listened to him that was never going to step a foot in any hospital again. His medicine years were past him. Even with Jeremiah back alive that much had not changed. Just like his emotions attached to the blonde in front of him at that moment had not changed, but he wasn’t going to even think about them. Emotions had managed to drag him into such a deep shithole that he had been forced to take a ten year hiatus from everyone to just get himself back together. Jeremiah and Juliette were working together to run the coven and he contributed anytime either one asked for help, it was a decent relationship now. “Hey,” he replied as he licked his lips before proceeding any further in the conversation, “Thanks -- thought it was time to actually do something I wanted to do. And to do it right. What about you? What have you been up to?” 

                Leaving Mystic behind was the smartest thing he had ever done in his life. Aside of letting Mellie return back to her mother and having nothing to do with the opposite sex unless it was for professional reasons. The man didn’t think he was some sort of hot shit or that he had big dick energy, whatever that was. He just knew that he had terrible luck and no longer wished to play the game, “It has been. Nice to see that you’re doing well,” and alive, but he doubted it was normal to state such a crude fact like that, “What are you doing here?” He meant supernaturally and in her personal life as well. 

                 “Yes, I am aware that you said no to the plant, but I also own half of this property so suck it, Landon.” It was not just his house, not to mention that Jacob was living here too and the place needed something different -- something nice aside of socks everywhere and beer cans being thrown everywhere. Landon didn’t even contribute to the decoration because she was always off chasing Maite making sure she wasn’t burning the entire town down, “So take that disapproval look off your face.” 

Life had drastically changed for Everett. For the first time he had spent an entire decade single. After the disaster that had been Felicity and he, and then the notion that Jeremiah was alive took place and that was when he decided to boot himself out of Mystic. Get new freedoms and a brand new perspective which triggered him into getting himself a new bar in New Orleans and establishing it, it was a decent development but one that he was proud of. As he was picking up the menus he stopped at a familiar face, “Hannah? Hannah Walker?”