I don't hear from Eric. I don't hear from anybody. I can't tell if I want him to come running to me or not.

I look in the mirror at my reflection and see the scar on my neck, I trace my fingers over it thinking of Eric.

Sadness, hurt, anger.

I want to yell and scream but I don't, my baby blues stare back at me expectantly. Waiting for an answer I don't have.

I feel old and tired.

I'm not the girl I used to be.

I have loved and lost - Bill. Eric. Quinn. Sadness envelopes my heart now as I think about them, as I think about me and how I have changed.

I want sunshine and laughter, kisses and sex.

I want to grow old and watch my grand children run around the yard just like my Gran did.

I want Jason to settle down and have his own children, him and his wife coming around for weekly dinners. Jason putting his arm around her shoulders lovingly, she touching her pregnant stomach.

I want someone's arm to go around my shoulders too, I want to feel their warmth and lie back in their arms closing my eyes.

I want to smile and laugh with Sam as we work side by side at the bar. His red hair loose and wild around his head as we clink our after work beers together.

I want peace and quiet.

Just a simple life. That's all I ask for.

I look at the scar again on my neck and reality rears its ugly head, reminding me that wishes don't come true.

I go back into my bedroom and zip up my suitcase, I close the windows and head downstairs. Everything is quiet. I take one last long look around the house, so many things have happened here - Gran, Amelia, Octavia, Eric, Bill, Jason, Tara, Sam. But I know it is time to move on. I leave letters in the lounge on the table for Claude and Dermot, I know that they will be able to find me but I also know that they will keep my secret. I just need time and space. Figure things out, have adventures that don't involve the supernatural world. Be normal. Eric won't understand that, none of them will. But this is what I want and for the first time in what seems like forever I feel like I am making a decision on my own. Without the threat of death and danger. Without something being forced upon me.

I close the front door and lock it, almost backing out at the last minute as for a split second I hear Gran's voice call out to me but I know it is just the wind and she is just a memory so I keep going.

The sun shines and it warms my skin, I close my eyes and breathe in the Bon Temps air, bracing myself for the journey. I have to leave now before dark, before they figure it out and before they come looking for me.

I get in my rented car - under the name Mia Williams of course - and look at myself in the rear view mirror. My baby blues are still there but my long blond hair that has had so many men in a spin is gone, the cut is shoulder length, the colour brunette. I have wispy bangs even. Even though it is only hair I look like a completely different person, this makes me happy. Mia Williams is a happy person I have decided. I put the key in the ignition and start the car, driving away, forcing myself to not look in the rearview mirror. Just in case.

The further away I get the more relief I feel.

"Goodbye Sookie Stackhouse" I say out loud, "It sure was nice seeing ya. You take care now."

And then she is gone and in her place is Mia Williams, a shy 28 year old brunette. Her father was in the army so she moved around a lot as a child and never really had a place to call home, she still feels this restlessness in adult life too so does not stay in one place too long. Always on the move. She is friendly and polite - from her mother - and protective and loyal - from her father. An only child. She has no 'special' ability, just a sweet smile and a pretty face.

I smile satisfied. I have a long journey to work more on 'my' story.

I am amazed that I have been able to do all of this without anyone knowing, new id's, new records, new bank accounts and even a new accent. I have not left a paper trail. I used humans instead of supes. I looked outside of Bon Temps for help. I am actually surprised at my own abilities to do this. I feel proud. I feel excited. A new life. A new start. I ignore the little voice inside of me who is telling me that this whole thing is selfish and to think of the position that Eric is in now that Victor is dead. I feel guilt slipping its way inside my belly.

I turn up the radio louder to drown out that little voice and soon I can't hear it anymore.