hope sighs and rests her head against her mother’s shoulder as they sit next to each other. “i miss him, mom,” she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. she’s talking about her father of course. it’s been a couple of years since they’ve lost him -- since he sacrificed himself to save her and get rid of the hollow, but the wound is still fresh. she’s taken the week off from school and come home to new orleans from mystic falls as she has the past couple of years. it’s just too much to bear there. “i can’t help but wonder that if maybe i could have just been a little stronger, i could have held onto the hollow myself until we found another way to get rid of it. and he would still be here.” @wolfroyalty











