AESTHETIC

𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐌𝐘   𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄   ,   𝒎𝒚   𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚   𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆   .

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄   𝐎𝐅   ,   𝒉𝒊𝒔   𝒂𝒏𝒅   𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆   𝒂𝒓𝒆   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆   .

after the death of josie during the merge, lizzie was a complete and utter disaster. diving into school to obtain her phd, focusing on nothing and no one else because it felt better to not have any connection to any person and go through the grief of loss once more. it was somehow painful yet easy to cut off her immediate family and close friends because her justification and logic made sense. it helped avoid that pain that became so unbearable after losing the one person in the world who meant everything and more to her. living without josie felt impossible, just a shell of a witch who hardly used her abilities anymore, giving up fashion and traveling, being the socialite that she became accustomed for as long as she could recall. it felt like she was going mad, in constant fluctuation of the various mental states lizzie was already susceptible to. for years, it’s as if her life died the moment the blonde woke from the battle of wills.

from finishing her undergrad at princeton tp receiving her phd from stanford, lizzie wanted to get as far away from mystic falls as possible resulting her move to italy. one day, walking into a record store searching through various genres of music, searching for new vinyl’s of various artists that lizzie had previously or newly adored or ones that simply reminded her of josie when one man just happened to bump into her. a tourist named romeo vitali, from new york visiting his family and the old vacation home that he went to frequently growing up. there was a spark, an instant bond that had struck as they talked about their love for music ranging from rock, new wave, punk rock, indie, and so much more. it felt foreign to share a connection with someone again regardless of how quick it was but their relationship would be far from over.

from finishing her undergrad at princeton tp receiving her phd from stanford, lizzie wanted to get as far away from mystic falls as possible resulting her move to italy. one day, walking into a record store searching through various genres of music, searching for new vinyl’s of various artists that lizzie had previously or newly adored or ones that simply reminded her of josie when one man just happened to bump into her. a tourist, from new york visiting his family and the old vacation home that he went to frequently growing up. there was a spark, an instant bond that had struck as they talked about their love for music ranging from rock, new wave, punk rock, indie, and so much more. it felt foreign to share a connection with someone again regardless of how quick it was but their relationship would be far from over.

running into each other frequently whether it be at local shops, winery's, or restaurants, somehow they continuously ran into one another for weeks. sometimes making small talk, walking with one another to whatever destination they found themselves going to. him, a hopeless romantic, felt as if it were fate while lizzie, although developing feelings, was skeptical. concerned at the fact she could potentially fall for this man who she hardly even knew. there was a guiltiness attached to developing feelings and opening her heart up to others because that meant she had been moving on from the death of josie. that seemed painful all on its own. so, for awhile, lizzie avoided him and would go another way to keep out of sight or pretend to be something that but he was persistent and refusing to let her go. finally, she caved and went on a date with him. a boat ride through the coast of italy in his, one that he owned. both talking about their lifestyles, the way they made their money through hard work, something that may have been odd to others but comfortable for the two, and the fact they were both gifted with the art of witchcraft. one date turned into two, then days turned into weeks, months, and years, and overtime lizzie just fell madly in love for the simple fact he understood her trauma and loved all the flaws and perfections that lizzie did have. they got married and although she hyphenated her name legally, keeping her maiden name since she became an established engineer and doctor, it wasn’t something romeo minded.