as Hope Mikaelson gets back to her room she is excited, she had been waiting all day for J's letter, just as she had done for the past few years, however the excitement quickly disappeared when she realised the note was... the last?

Hope thought that this day would never come, or at least she hoped for that outcome but in her hands was the neat handwriting that read;

ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʜᴏᴘᴇ,

ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ, ʙᴜᴛ... ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴍʏ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɢɪʀʟ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ʜᴀꜱ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.

ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇʟʏ.

ᴊ.

Hope had tears running down her cheeks, this was the person she had trusted and vented to on multiple occasion and the person who know her true last name before the rest off the school and helped her through the days where people laughed and stared as she walked by, this was the person she was the closest yet farthest away from, but she was also the only person she felt like she had.