It had been a week since Victoria's death, and.. Ivy was alone. Completely and utterly alone. And the worst thing was that she could only find herself to place the blame on. Her actions had isolated her. She didn't have Anastasia, or Jacinda, or Victoria.

There was only one person who she could think to turn to. You. You were the only one she had left. And she was determined not to mess that up. She didn't know how to move on from here, but what she did know is that she didn't want to do it on her own. She needed help.

Ivy didn't know how to feel as she sorted through Victoria's things. She hadn't known how to feel since her death. Or about her death. She had so many years, hating her mother for the neglect she thrust upon her. Only for Victoria to give up her life in favour of letting Ivy live. Revealing that she had loved her all along. That she, like Ivy herself, had been consumed by her goals. How was she supposed to hate her when she'd died for her?

In the midst of her thoughts, Ivy heard the door creek open.

"Hey.. I came as soon as I got your message."

You. It was you. Ivy felt a profuse amount of just comfort seep through her body and mind just at the mere notion of your company. And the concern in your voice made her feel a warmth she hadn't felt in longer than she could remember.

"Hey. Thank you, for coming. I appreciate it."

Ivy replied sincerely, a small smile managing to touch her lips. She felt a little better already with you around.