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2028︱2 years later
Kara,
I know this may seem silly, maybe even a bit childish but I can't find it in myself to care. My therapist said that something like this would help, that airing out my grief would give me some semblance of peace. But even as I sit here after months of you being gone, I still cannot find the right words.
Uncle Elijah has been a wreck since you and Alek died. Despite his knowledge and witness of your death, he still searches for the answer that you are alive, that you and Alek are merely waiting to be awoken. I cant blame him, I'm just waiting for you to waltz in and continue our tutoring as if we never left off, waiting for Alek to ruffle my hair as he holds you near.
The others are no better. Uncle Kol has barely tapped into your magic, Auntie Davina said that he refused to taint your memory. And Dad refuses to speak your name, despite Auntie Rebekah and Aunt Freya organizing yours and Alek's funeral.
I want to be mad at you, and at times I am. Even though you risked your life for mine, I still find myself wishing back all that pain Inadu inflicted just to be back in your arms.
It still hurts to even hear your name uttered during a magic lesson, to answer the questions my classmates have about you. It's as if you're a legend, as if you were a figment of my imagination.
I miss you and Alek, Kara and I don't think there'll ever be a day where I don't.
Hope
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