#forgottenfeathers

@forgottenfeathers 11C &&elijah&julienne

When Times Got Tough || Olivia & Lila || @catootjesmuses

Olivia and Noah were still adjusting to having someone else in their apartment. She hadn't expected the call last month to ask her to take in the almost fifteen year old. As soon as the details were told to her and she was informed of her past connection, she couldn't turn Lila away. She had already lost her mother a long time ago when she'd been placed up for adoption, and now she'd lost both adopted parents in a car accident out-of-state when they'd been on their way to celebrate their anniversary. She'd been with friends when she'd gotten the news, and there was no other relatives that were willing to take her in. So here they were a month later desperately trying to make it work.

She had the weekend off and had luckily managed to promise Fin a month of not being on weekend call to get a four day weekend with both Noah and Lila out of school for a school holiday. So when Noah suggested they play board games, she quickly agreed and knocked on the Lila's bedroom door. "Hey, Lila?"

The air here didn’t move—not like it did in the living world. Hayley had stopped trying to make sense of it. The afterlife wasn’t meant to be understood. It was meant to be felt.

She walked slowly through the clearing, boots brushing against grass that never grew or died. The trees were familiar, but not quite Like echoes of the Bayou, twisted through memory. She’d seen faces here—some she loved some she’d lost. Some she wasn’t ready to face. But today…today was different.

She felt him before she saw him. A presence that didn’t belong to this place, not fully. Hayley stopped, tilting her head to the side when she saw the dark-haired man.

He was sitting beneath a tree, back straight, gaze distant. She knew that profile. Hadn’t seen it in years of course. Not since Hope was still a toddler. “Stefan Salvatore,” she said, voice low.

Hayley watched his head turn, and for a moment, the silence between them felt heavy. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” she admitted. “Then again, I didn’t expect to be here either.”

Hayley crossed her arms, not defensively, but out of habit. The kind you apparently carry even after death. “I heard you died saving your brother…” she offered.

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