Converted Hosie Oneshots

Broken Arm's & Rain Kisses

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"Of course," Hope says, looking at the enchanted coin. "Of fucking course."

She knew there would be some changes when she left, but she didn't imagine they would start doing magic right in front of humans. First, it was an enchanted coin, and then it would be something much worse. Then again, who was she to say something? They could do whatever they wanted, for all she cared.

The game's about to finish and the Salvatore's Stallions are losing for good. Hope sees Josie coming from talking to her new Headmaster, and she sees something sinister flickering in the brunette's eyes.

Hope is not stupid, she knows something's wrong. She can feel the unsettling atmosphere around her. She tries to concentrate on the game again.

Maya locks eyes with her and throws the ball. Hope catches it, looking for Ethan. She stops and then raises her arm to deliver the ball to him. Instead, she hears the crack of a bone.

The ball falls out of her hand, and something breaks inside of her. She knows exactly who did this to her, but her heart is not ready to accept that yet.

"Hope!" She hears, but she isn't paying attention. The pain in her arm is not even comparable to the swelling of her heart.

Josie stands there, a few feet away, a look of distraught on her face, like she wants to say something that doesn't come out.

Hope knows she needs to rearrange her arm and she will heal fast, but she's incapable of moving. She's sure Josie can see the disappointment in her eyes, even if the brunette doesn't know who she is.

She looks away first, distracting herself with the pain and the sting in her eyes, and the trail of blood prickling at her arm.

Being homeless sucks. It's not like she can go back to New Orleans because her family doesn't remember her, neither to Salvatore's School or any other place. So she's homeless. And poor. She's starting to think she should have jumped again into Malivore.

Her arm is fine now, thanks to Alaric dragging her to the "Marshall's doctor". In reality, she had to go alone into the forest to fix her arm. She stayed sprawled out on the ground feeling miserable. She had no one.

"Hey," A voice says, startling her.

She stops looking at the black pit of mud, adjusting her position onto the bench.

She looks up, surprised of finding Landon sitting by her side. If she's being honest, she doesn't want another broken arm because of Landon.

"What do you want?" She asks, a tilt in her voice.

"I... wanted to say sorry. I know you're a witch too... sort of, and I also know you know she was the one that broke your arm. I kind of broke up with her and I was wondering if—"

"Don't." Hope says, "Whatever you're gonna say, don't. Just... leave me alone."

He hums nervously.

"I thought you liked me...?" He says, more like an affirmation.

Hope doesn't know if she wants to scream or laugh. Two days ago, this would have been what she wanted. But now... she isn't sure.

She sighs, listening to the scratching of the rats and feeling the hard floor of the school below her like she's in there. She doesn't want to go back, but sleeping on the bench is now out of question thanks to Landon.

"I would prefer it if you just go." She mutters, even if she feels the last drop of love stirring her up from inside. There he goes, her first love.