Post by LENA BAUDELAIRE on Apr 23, 2024 18:57:44 GMT
It was going to take more than a desperate airhead hitting on Pierre to break Lena and Pierre up. Well, the desperate airhead bit was a little harsh. The women didn’t know Pierre was married, nor did Pierre. Kena had to accept the fact no one was to blame in the situation. Her existence had been wiped from her husband’s mind. The one piece of saving grace was that he did remember her, proving to her their love was much stronger than the Ghost Riders abilities. Not many couples could say that. Some people would sit in that station for eternity, forever forgotten by their husband or wife. But not Lena. It would take more than that to erase over a hundred sixty years of marriage.
But since coming back to Mystic Falls she couldn’t stop thinking about Julian and Teddy. She didn’t reach out to them immediately. They needed some time together, just the two of them. But the more she saw Pierre struggle with how he forgot his wife she thought about Teddy and the pain he must be feeling about forgetting his son. They’d gone through the agony of searching for their missing son, so she knew how it felt to have a piece of you missing. With Baxter it felt like a limb had been severed from her body. Unfortunately that feeling didn’t disappear when they found their son because he was technically dead. It introduced her to a whole new world of pain. They failed to keep their son safe, which was meant to be on their top priority list. No doubt Teddy was experiencing the same pain.
Julian didn’t really explain what Teddy did as such, but Lena managed to put the pieces together. He said his dad looked after people once they’d gone to heaven. He made sure they had a nice place to sleep. At first she checked the undertakers in town, but none of them were Teddy so her next stop was the graveyard. His name was listed under groundskeeper.
Graveyards were always creepy as hell, even in the day. Everything was so silent and eerie. But Lena brushed off the creepy vibes as she stepped through the gates. Julian had given her a very brief description of his dad. A man with curly brown hair that bounced when he got annoyed or frustrated. Her eyes searched the area looking for someone who didn’t look like they weren’t mourning the dead. Eventually she spotted a man with brown curly hair tending to a grave. She headed over in his direction, “Um… Teddy?” She smiled warmly at him, her hand extending to shake his, “I’m Lena. Your son, Julian. He with me inside the station.” Some days it felt like she had spent years locked inside there watching the broken clock tick by on the wall. Pierre wasn’t even sure how long she’d been gone. It could have been weeks or even months. “I wanted to check up on you… make sure you both okay. How you been?”
TEDDY AARONSON