amaryllis | prologue

soul mate /sōl māt/ (n.): you and me? it's a forever kind of thing.

From the diary of Charity Gilbert:

My sister and I used to do everything together. We joined the cheer team together, we signed up for the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant together, we had the same friends.

That all change the night our parents died.

Elena closed off from the world. She shut herself in her room with that journal of hers for the entire summer, barely coming out to eat.

She even missed cheer camp. She had been so excited about it before, but then it was like she was an entirely different person.

And I get mourning. I do. They were my parents, too. But I managed to pull myself together, I managed to keep my life on track, and I've been the one struggling to keep this family together, to comfort our Aunt Jenna when she can't keep up the brave act, to keep my little brother from turning to drugs.

I needed my baby sister's support, but instead she fucked off for the entire summer, doing God knows what in that room of hers, only to emerge on the first day of school acting like the past two months never happened . . .

[AN: A very short prologue to a very long story... poetic symmetry or the author's laziness? I guess we'll never know. That being said! I fully intend for this to be a long story, beginning with Season One and moving forward until we reach the Originals. Fair warning, this fic will not follow the tv show scene for scene. In fact, I fully intend to skip episodes if they're not relevant to my plot. This is for both your benefit and mine - yours, so that you don't have to read meaningless fluff that is basically a fancy transcript of scenes you've probably watched before (and read over and over in various fanfics, as I have) and mine, so that I don't have to write the meaningless fluff. This isn't a criticism of authors who do choose to follow the show scene for scene, I'm just trying to explain myself a bit and give everyone a fair warning.

Much love and appreciation, Bohemian Bird]

[edited 10.29.19]