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Death

Death is a funny thing.

Well, not so much funny, but strange, you could say.

When someone dies, you don't expect it to hurt as bad as it does; but it's much worse.

It begins to ache so bad that your breath is ripped out from your body as you begin to sob on the floor.

The feeling of melancholy is so strong it burns your chest.

You try so hard to fix the pain but nothing works.

Losing him felt like this.

Waking up every morning and letting it all sink in is one of the worst.

You cannot have him back, no matter how much you try.

They're gone forever.

I don't want to die.

I mean, I didn't.

I wanted to be a vampire, and live out my life along his side. We'd be the ultimate team, and I would enjoy every moment spent with him.

But death sounds so divine;

I could wake up in his arms, and live by his side for all of eternity.

Believe me when I say that time flies too fast. And they were right when they said "you don't know what you've got till it's gone."

Because I remember how his smile lit up the whole room, and his laugh could lift anyone's spirits in a heartbeat.

I also don't think I will ever be rid of the feeling that when I open the door he'll be there with a little smirk and a remarkable "well, hello darling."

Or that when Stefan talks on the phone, I'll want to ask if it's him; even though I know it isn't.

Living without him is a living hell, living without any loved one is a living hell.

I just want it all to be over.

My god. Just please come back to me, please don't leave me.

I need him. I will always need him.