Rebekah Mikaelson was no stranger to death. She'd witnessed it enough times. She'd even experienced it. But to lose someone who means almost everything to you, is something all together very different.
Losing Kol was never going to be easy, but of course, she never expected it to happen. But it had. He was gone and she felt empty. Alone. There was a hollowness in her chest that she knew she would never fill. As she sat alone in the living room of the mansion she'd once shared with four brothers, Rebekah stared into the flames of the fireplace. She'd never witnessed one of her siblings die, but she knew that after being staked, they would burst into flames. She hated that. If they'd just died after being staked, it would be less painful, but then the flames would begin and they'd end their lives in horrific pain.
Part of Rebekah felt guilty. For many things regarding Kol's death. She knew that if she'd just been brave enough to dagger him before, he'd be in a coffin now, not alive, but he'd be okay. Another part felt guilty because she was at a dance, having fun and feeling careless while her brother burned to ash. She wanted to apologise, and she resented that she couldn't. Looking into the fire place, she began to talk.
"I don't know if you can hear me, but… I miss you. It's barely been a few hours and I miss you. I'm so, so, so very sorry for everything that happened… I wish I'd been there to help. I would have never let them hurt you if I had been. I'd have killed them both without blinking, I don't give a damn if I'd have gotten that hunter's curse. You'd still be alive. And you would help me through it." Tears began to cascade down the blonde's cheeks. This was her fault. Kol was dead because of her. Because she hadn't been brave enough to dagger him. If she'd been stronger, he would still be alive.
"I love you, Kol. I always will and I promise you, I will never forget you or anything about you. Not the bickers we've had, or the times we comforted each other, not even the games we'd play as children. You never did change much… You always wanted everything to be a spectacle and you didn't care about consequences. Perhaps we should have considered that and you'd be okay now…"
Rebekah wiped a few tears from her face, only for them to be replaced by fresh ones. The blonde took a few deep breaths, but she knew it was all in vain. She couldn't calm down. There was no way for her to be calm when this had happened. She knew she wasn't okay, and she would never be okay again.
"I remember once when we were children and you wanted to annoy mother, so you convinced me to distract her while you destroyed her flower bed… It was pointless and ridiculous, but it was the first time I really felt alive. The rush of knowing I could have been found out at any second… I felt special that you'd chosen me to be part of the plan. Not Nik or Finn or Elijah, me. From then on, we became partners in crime. Whenever I needed something devious done, you'd help, and I'd help you." Rebekah laughed lightly and sadly. "We really were a strange pair…"
Looking down, Rebekah brushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
"I miss that. I miss you. I really do miss you, Kol… I always will." With that, the Original stood up. Looking around the room for a brief moment, she felt almost as if he was there. Obviously, she knew the thought was ridiculous and shook her head sadly. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she began to walk out of the room.
As she passed him, Kol reached out to her, but he couldn't touch her. Watching her as she left him, he whispered a few words.
"I miss you too, baby sister…"