(Editing) On a date with Ian Somerhalder

33. Death

Lisa's POV

He was gone.

He left me.

I was all alone.

How could god do this to me? To ian?

Ian was the best person I knew and now... now he's gone.

Tears started prickling my eyes as I held the hand of the lifeless man I loved and will continue to love.

"Why!?" I screamed. "Why not me!?"

Now the tears fell down my face as if a waterfall. Ian somerhalder was gone.

He was my heart and now he was gone. My heart has been ripped out of my chest.

I closed my eyes and thought of the memories we had together, when a light sob interrupted my thoughts.

"Edna?" I said sniffing.

"He's gone." She whispered. "My son is gone."

I stood up rapidly from my chair and ran to her, wrapping my arms around her.

"I loved him, Edna. I needed him. You needed him. Why did he have to leave me?" I sobbed.

I cried and yelled as Edna held me. Having someone calmer than you made me feel better, but the fact that Ian was gone hurt me.

I would no longer be able to have meaningful talks with him, to kiss and hold him, to tell him my problems and to have him wash them away. Ian would no longer help me sip my dress up, or make me feel better when I feel bad. He won't make me feel beautiful in my sweats. He's gone.

Ian somerhalder is gone.

Authors note

I know it was short but I began crying and couldn't continue. Just imagining hurts.

Kill me. I allow you too.

That was the ending I planned since the beginning.

The moral of this story is that in a second, someone could be taken away from you... that's why I wrote this story.

I'm sorry if you expected a happy ending but I'm not that kind of person. Happy endings aren't real... life is just full of pain.

But you want to know a secret...

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