My Gift to You

Time to Move On

Kol's Pov

Time doesn't seem to move anymore for me, the world just seems to stand still. My mind never leaves the day Ar- she died. I can't even say her name anymore without crying, I don't know how long ago she had been killed by that Bennet Witch. All my mind can hold onto is how the stake pierced her chest, straight into her heart. Her skin begins to turn to grey as the life, that was once vibrant in her eyes, drains out of her body. Her dead weight in my arms as she releases her last breath, and I was able to do was get my neck snapped by my brother and the Cullens finally in hell, where they belong. 

"Kol, its time to eat." Bekah's voice breaks the silence of my room. I hadn't been able to step foot into our old room, her scent is everywhere. Her clothes that she left on the floor when we got ready for the ball, her ashes are sitting in there. I didn't want anyone to break them, or for them to get stolen. My family says that maybe we should spread them in places over the world that mean the most to her: Her brother Peter's house, Her Mother's and Father's (the ones that adopted Peter) Farm, the little white church where we got married, and the Mystic Fall's Lake. Klaus tried to take it to spread them and I lost control of myself. Bekah noticed that I haven't moved out of my spot to grab the blood that lays in her hand. "Brother, please, Ara wouldn't want you to live like this." My feet move before I can register what I was doing, my right hand is wrapped around Bekah's neck and I lift her up into the air. "Well, it is a good thing she is dead then, isn't it?" The glass of blood slips out of her hand as I twist her hand to the side, snapping her neck.

My emotions are in the way of everything, I can never get rid of the pain that Ar- she left in my heart. Our love was too strong to push past, I can't live forever drowning in the emotions of sorrow. I need to flip the switch, I close my eyes allowing all the emotions flood out of me. All the pain that I felt from her dying in my arms, gone, the grieve that I wasn't able to save her doesn't exist anymore. Our love, the purest love that anyone has seen, no longer in my body. Just simple emptiness, the perfect emotion for a cold-hearted original. I rush into the bathroom that is attached to this dreadful room, once you never leave a room anything in there is dreadful. My appearance isn't acceptable, how am I going to ruin my victims with my skin looking grey? I guess I should have drunk that blood that my dear little sister gave me, I guess I'd just have to grab someone off of the streets. 

I manage to take a shower, finally washing off all this 'depression' muck. I walk back into the bedroom to see Bekah still dead on the floor. Guess, she's going to be out for another second or so. I rush to change my clothes and hopped into the position I was in before Rebekah had stepped foot into this room. A gasp of breath erupted from Rebekah as she sits up, her eyes full of anger. "Why the bloody hell did you snap my neck?" She stands up from being limp on the ground and faces me, the water from my hair begins to drip down my neck. "Did you shower?" I nod my head slowly, trying to retain the sad depressed ridden Kol. "I felt guilty about snapping your neck, after all, you were only trying to help me. I took a shower as a white flag of sorts." I look at the reflection of Rebekah in the window and see her eyes bulge slightly, she knows. I shift in my seat slightly, ready to jump and snap her neck again if she tries to stop the new me. Bekah's shoulder releases a bit of tension as she sighs, "Thank you, Kol." She turns around and begins to leave the room, her eyes drift to the broken glass and the puddle of blood. "I'll send one of the maid's to clean the mess, I hope you eat soon." I will, actually I will very shortly.

Bekah shuts the door and I speed over to the pile of clothes that keep getting delivered in case I decided to change. My hands move around until I grab my leather jacket buried under stupid button ups that Elijah wanted me to wear. I open the balcony door and step outside into the rainy weather, the water droplets hit my already wet skin. I breathe in deeply letting the fresh oxygen fill my lungs like I actually need to breathe. I snap my head behind me to try and hear my siblings downstairs. "Are you sure he is okay?" Elijah whispers to Rebekah softly. Not even bothering to here the rest of their conversation, I jump off of the balcony and land on the ground softly. Speeding away once I'm stand up straight

The trip to New York was the simplest thing I've done in a long while, getting out of Virgina was the hardest part I believe. I think my family might have started a search party to find me, I'm still on suicide watch. A year after my wife died and they still think that I will end my life, I know better not the throw my life away on some childhood love. The city is bursting with delicious meals to eat. This is going to be fun.