A/N okay soo I do believe this is the last chapter. Like I said before, this was just an experiment and it was going to be short. I have ideas for some new stories though Thank you to my reviewer and all the people who alerted me. I appreciate it.
Disclaimer: Um yeah, so I'll own Vampire Diaries once the police realize that my real identity is L.J. Smith but until then I do not own the books or characters.
*2 years later*
Dear Diary,
I know I have not written in you for very long. I'm sorry. I just can't seem to hold myself together enough to get any words on paper. You are the one friend I could tell anything to, and never would be judged on what i've said. It's been exactly 2 years, 45 minutes and 23 seconds since he-Damon….died. He took me with him as he went into the void. I guess im like a human robot. My friends…they all believe I'm fine, that i'm over it. But i'm not. Every day it gets worse. They just don't understand what its like to have the love of your life die in front of your eyes. To watch the light in those shining eyes, dimmen, until they were dull and glassy. No they didn't understand. I loved him and still do. He's my everything. He's like my oxygen. And without my oxygen I can't breathe. I die. I'm dead. I wish I were dead. And Stefan….he gave up everything, me, and his diet to save his brother. When all his efforts were in vain. To be honest, I could care less about where Stefan is now and how he is doing. Everything reminds me of him. I can't look a person in the eye without breaking into hysterics. So I guess you could say this is me, after 2 years, 48 minutes and 20 seconds after my dear Damon died. I'm a wreck. I will be honest I am. I don't ever come out of my room. I dropped out of school. My friends visit, but I ignore them best I can. Too many memories….I have tried at least once everyday to commit suicide. I just can't…He wouldn't want me to die that way…He wants me to fight till the end and that I shall. For him. Only for him. Jeremy called a doctor today. It kills me to know that i'm hurting him as well. How many people do I have to hurt? Why do I leave broken hearts lying in a path behind me? Im-im just like Katherine. I have been told I have lung cancer. I shrugged when hearing this new. All i've been doing lately is smoke, and be in pain. God I am so selfish. Damon…Damon I love you. I wish we could be together in the land of the dead that is near in my future. But I know it will not happen. My lungs-hard to breathe. Run…ing….out….of-oxygen. D-Damon-I-I'm coming. I don't care….I'll do whatever it takes. I L-l-lo-v
The pen dropped, the body that once was Elena Gilbert, lay lifeless hanging over her journal. A crow came in through the window. In a flash, the black bird was replaced by a man with midnight colored hair and piercing blue eyes. He collapsed next to the corpse that once holding his love's life and soul. His sobs could be heard all the way in the heavens. The weather darkened, matching the feelings of this crying angel. He knew a crowd gathered around the Gilbert house, wanting to know who was creating those heart wrenching howls. With one more yell of anguish he took off his ring. He would not need it anymore. He left a chaste kiss on the lips of his deceased maiden before welcoming the sunshine with arms outstretched.
A/N And this my friends, is truly the end. I do not plan on making this story longer unless I rewrite it in the future. Otherwise there will not be any continuation. Its better isn't it? To get a story done instead of dragging it out. I notice I miss a story more the longer it is. Please review I will be writing more stories I promise.
~Krissie