It had been exactly three days since the sacrifice took place, since Emily became the last living Radkova witch, and, sadly, since Elena and John had passed on. The lone Gilbert twin was currently sitting on the middle of her sister's perfectly made bed inside of their childhood home with an off-the-shoulder black dress adoring her twitchy body.
It was possibly the worst day in her entire life. It was the last day that Emily had ever thought she would have to experience. It was the day of her biological father and her twin sister's funeral. Emily never really put much thought on ever losing Elena, so it was absolutely crushing to know that she was about to say her final goodbye to her twin sister. If Emily was being honest, she thought she was the dead one at the moment by how heart wrenching she felt without Elena by her side.
The Gilbert girl released a heavy and shaky breath as she pulled her green irises away from her fingers and slowly looked around Elena's empty and cold bedroom. It felt so different to be in her sister's bedroom with knowing that Elena wasn't going to come rushing through that door in any second and tell her about some mistake Jenna made in the kitchen like burning the toast or spilling coffee all over her white blouse like she usually would a few times a week.
Instead, Emily just felt so cold and numb. The young witch didn't feel lighthearted or giggly like she would if she was lazily joking around with her twin sister. Emily just felt absolutely lost in the world without Elena. It was like nothing could help the gaping hole in the heart -- and she had tried everything at this point.
For the past three days, the Gilbert girl had tried anything and everything to at least feel a little bit okay. Emily tried having sex -- it made her forget about her life for a little while. Emily tried drinking with her drinking buddies - but that just made her sadder with how down the older Salvatore was doing. Emily tried hanging out with Jenna - but that just reminded Emily of the sacrifice with her aunt now being a vampire. Emily even tried practicing magic with Bonnie - but she couldn't focus enough to do anything.
Emily didn't know how the hell she was supposed to go on without her twin sister at this point when she was barely holding herself together. It was like nothing was helping her cope. However, now that she was inside of Elena's bedroom for the first time since her passing, Emily felt comforted by the strawberry and maple smell in the air that made Emily feel like her sister was sitting right there beside her.
The young witch couldn't help it when warm tears began to quickly flow down her reddened cheeks before she laid back onto her twin sister's bed. The scent of Elena did help calm her heart but it also made Emily recall again and again that Elena wasn't going to pop up anytime soon and cuddle with her because she was dead. It continuously broke Emily's heart from the fact that she would never get the chance to look into her other half's coffee brown eyes or hear Elena's soft chuckles ever again.
"I miss you so much," Emily whispered as she slowly and shakily grabbed ahold of her twin sister's plushie of a bunny that had a small strawberry inside of its hands. The Gilbert girl let a tiniest of smiles lift onto her lips as she remembered that she had bought it for Elena when they were fifteen after Elena puked after she had ate a large amount of strawberries in one sitting.
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FanfictionEmily Gilbert is the older twin sister of Elena Gilbert by three minutes and the older sister of Jeremy Gilbert. Four months ago, their parents passed away in a car accident on the Wickery Bridge where only Emily and Elena survived. Emily is more p...