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September 13, 1943
It's been exactly a year since the death of my brother, or even my twin, Alec Volturi. I saw it coming too… The Romanian Coven, so eager for the power he held, and willing to fight for it. The fight broke out, Alec was un-guarded. Stefan, he wanted him the most, and I, trying to get Stefan away from Alec, fought Stefan. As soon as the moment came where my life would've ended, Alec stepped in, protecting me, of all people. That's when he was gone. I swear his presence still lingers with him, it's like I can feel him like he's still here… I even see him, everywhere I go. I had changed so fast. At first I was uncaring,for everyone but my family. Then when he died… things got different, badly. Like I was the only one, and truth be told, I was. My mom, my dad, and now my brother… I was the only one of my real family left. The whole coven was always concerned about me. Aro, always checking on me. I don't know why he cared. Why would he? Why couldn't he just kill me? I was useless now a days. I even asked for him to kill me. Apparently he doesn't have 'the strength'. Demetri, always trying to get in a relationship. And Felix… He was always trying to cheer me up. He was always so happy, and very funny. Heidi always wanted to go shopping, but everytime I went out… something would remind me of him, then he'd appear, smiling as always. I missed him. His huge smile, his happiness, his care, his protecting issues, his humor, him. I needed him, and I would do anything to see him again.