It is really weird how she can't seem to tag their relationship after all those years.

Tragic, isn't it?

Not because it was an empty one, heavens forbid; Just on the contrary, it was because their relasionship was so full:they were cousins first of all, brother and sister at some points, parent and child at others, lovers most of the time.

They were a bit of everything yet nothing whole, maybe that was the beauty of their relationship, maybe that was its doom.

He'd always say he loves her, he'd always say life was nothing without her yet he never said she was enough.

If it wasn't for his stupid hybrids, if it wasn't for the damn Petrova he'd have still been alive.

She would have still been alive.

Now with him gone, she is as good as dead.

Elijah once said they were so marred and torn that anything they do would always end up in tragedy.

Once they came clean about their love he said they will be the meaning of it,

They never listened.

So,Why would it be surprising they ended this way?

She stands alone in the deserted shore; it is dark, very dark for dawn is near.

She loves the ocean, it reminds her of him.

The artistic blend of the ocean with the starry night sky resembles his paintings.

The moon, his curse, shining above in all its glory, casting its silver light on the rippling water makes the ocean beautiful, so beautiful and broken, so sad and heartbreaking, just like him.

The sound of the waves breaking so huskily, dangerously and intensely sounds just like his voice.

The water is calling out for her, she walks towards the ocean,It is embracing her and pulling her in with invisible hands.

She drifts with it, within seconds, she is aloof the shore.

The water is luring her in, she knows how dangerous it can be yet she can't seem to stop.

The water gets high, the ocean gets rough, and she feels like drowning, she is still drifting in, it is absorbing her.

She knows the danger of going so deep, she now struggles upon the ocean's force with all her might, she struggles till she can struggle no more, she surrenders herself to it as it holds onto her more strongly, more possessively.

Another second, the ocean has thrown her ashore.

It is calm again

Everything the ocean does to her resembles his doings.

He could be alluring, calm, possessive, capricious, consuming, forceful, he could be anything.

He was quite as unpredictable.

And there lied his charm.

The spirit of the ocean resembled his soul.

She keeps walking and walking along the shore during the early morn.

The sharp broken shells cut through her feet, she doesn't care.

The pain the ocean brings to shore is immense, yet it doesn't bother her.

You get used to pain when with him.

You can't take it without him.

The sun is starting to shine over the water; the water is blue green just like his eyes.

There is enough light, still no people though,

She slips off her daylight ring.

Cause though she wasn't enough for him, he is her everything.