wishes: vanya was tired. tired of trying to get the attention of people who didn’t even give her a second glance. she knew they cared, deep down, but it was just a phase they were going through. right? they were still siblings. they still loved her—right? the more she thought about it, the more she managed to convince herself that they didn’t care. that was the only explanation. even five and ben hadn’t visited her. she was all alone. she sighed and laid down on her bed. memories passed through, small fleeting ones. memories of luther picking her up and spinning her in circles, while she screamed to go faster. klaus and allison painting her nails. diego dragging grace to vanya and begging her to teach them how to bake. and finally. her, five, and ben sneaking out at night. she sighed loudly. vanya wished she could turn back time. to when they were happier. to when she was happier.