Hope didn't sleep that much anymore. It wasn't even that she didn't need sleep - she did, even as the all powerful tribrid. The legacy of being a Mikaelson, the miracle child, of always and forever and everything that meant to her was a heavy weight that kept her up more often than she'd like to admit. The weight of those expectations was entirely self-inflected, born partly out of some survivor's guilt, but it was there all the same and there were nights, like tonight, that sleep just wouldn't come.
Giving up, she made her way up to the roof where she could look out over the city that had become her home for the last year. It was hard to believe it had been that long. It was equally hard to believe that months had passed since her father had been sent back to his death and since she'd been left alone here.
Hope had friends, sure, in this world, but it wasn't the same thing as having the people who knew and understood her here. She'd missed Josie and Lizzie even more after the last remnant of her family had gone. It was easy to feel that more sharply at this time of night when the rest of the world was asleep.
Well, most of it. She spotted someone she hadn't really seen around yet and gave a little wave. "Hey," she said. "Guess I'm not the only one who couldn't sleep."