landon looked down at his lunch in front of him, barely touched. it had been a week since they’d woken up and he was still trying to figure out how he was just — dead? not dead? in the world’s worst game of limbo? — for over a year. he glanced back up at hope, pushing his fries towards her in case she had any more of an appetite than he did. “is it weird that i still have FOMO, even if no one remembers what they did while we were asleep?” asleep felt like an understatement, but it was easier to swallow. // @mysticmikaelson














