This one-shot was inspired by 'George Lamond's song 'Without You' It's a great song i recommend it. I hope you enjoy it. -JasZ

Without her his world everything seems to be collapsing to ashes. He's tried to look pass her absence. But to no avail. The way things ended always rears it's ugly head day and night in his thoughts. It upsets him to think of her. To remember her smile, her laughter… the way her nose would crinkle as she'd disapprove of his snarky comments.

Time and time again he realized no matter how many times he attempts to replace her. No one will love him like she once did. Nor would he love any other like he loved her. He often lies in bed staring at the ceiling. The emptiness he feels in his heart weighing him down; much like the anger that boils deep under. The warmth he once felt beside him in bed has become a distant memory… coldness is now companies in the large bed.

Nothing and he means nothing eases the grief. The guilt he feels. He's drowned himself in endless bottles of liquor. Bathed in the blood of those stupid enough to cross his path. He misses her shrill whenever she'd yell at him. everything; he misses everything. She was his everything.

She had-no has his heart and soul wrapped around her tiny finger. She brightened his days like a bright sunny day in May. But she was taken away from him. darkness engulfed his world. His everything was engulfed in the grasp of his family's clutches and turned to ash. His sunshine ripped from his heart. Davina was his everything and when his sunshine was engulfed by a black hole he become a lost soul once more.

"Uncle Kol!" Hope's voice draws him out of his thoughts of the love of his eternal life. "Who's this?" She points at a photograph of his little witch.

"My Sunshine." He mumbles while eyeing the photo he thought he has lost some time ago.

"Where is she?" Hope questions as she cocks her head to the side.

"She died." Kol hisses as the pain once again drills into his heart.

"Did you love her?"

"She was my everything."

Hope eyes her uncle who usually has a fit whenever someone mentions a Davina Claire. He would often break objects and blame the family for their actions. She often wondered what happened all those years ago. Her mother told her of Davina, who was a young and powerful witch. That her uncle fell for; that she was the reason that he returned from the land of the dead third time around. That she died during a 'war'. Yet there is always a glimmer of guilt in her mother's eyes. Glancing at her uncle who has snatched the frame from her hands; she can see unshed tears building.

"Do you miss her?"

'I'm lost without her." He whispers as he takes a swing of his tumbler. 'After all these years… I'm still so lost without you beside me. Davina Claire…I'm so lost without you here.' He reflects as she sheds a tear or two. Shuffling off a bit he gets up and goes off to drown his sorrows in liquor and blood.

There you have it... I'm sorry for not updating or posting in some time. my grandfather got really ill... and untimely passed. So i've been M.i.a a bit... anyhoo i hope you enjoyed this one-shot. Let me know what you thought of it. -JasZ