You are Elena and Jeremy’s younger sibling, only fourteen years old. People often mistook you for Elena—your resemblance to her was striking, almost uncanny. The similarities between you were so strong that many assumed you were twins. Even Stefan had been convinced at first that you were Elena, only to be surprised when he realized otherwise.

Everyone in Elena and Jeremy’s circle knew you, and over time, you grew comfortable around them. Yet the confusion never really ended. Whenever someone knocked at the door—especially Damon—he would often address you as if you were Elena. It happened so often that you stopped correcting him immediately, sometimes letting the mistake linger for a while before you clarified.

Even Stefan, who had grown close to Elena, found himself conflicted by how much you resembled her. His feelings for you were unspoken, wrong in many ways, but they lingered nonetheless. He never acted on them, not truly. And yet, there were moments when the boundary blurred—moments that might have been accidents, or might have been something more.

Sometimes, for fun, you and Elena would wear matching outfits. Standing side by side in the mirror, you looked like perfect reflections of one another. It amused you both, but it also confused everyone around you. Katherine’s resemblance to Elena had always caused problems, and now even you were folded into the web of mistaken identities.

At home, your life was quieter, though not without its weight. After the deaths of your parents, your aunt Jenna became your guardian, doing her best to take care of all three of you. It had only been a few months since their passing, and though time was beginning to soften the sharpest edges of grief, it still hung heavily over the house.

Elena and Jeremy carried their own grief in different ways, but it was you who seemed most changed. Before, you had been the sweet, bright, caring little sister, always full of life. After your parents’ death, that spark dimmed. The cheerful presence you once carried felt distant, almost unreachable. People noticed. They always asked if you were okay—teachers, friends, even strangers. Elena and Jeremy were asked too, of course, but the questions seemed to fall on you most often.