I froze beside the window, my eyes flickering over every inch of our bedroom. My sanctuary. My home.

My feet made roots to the ground, similar to the roots that formed on the sidewalk the day I met her. The ones that wouldn't release until I stepped through that door and found my love. My heart. My soul. My existance.

I shook my head, breathing roughly out of my nostrils as I stared down at my feet. Rushing toward the desk I snapped up a pen and sheet of paper, determined to return to my purpose for coming here.

I hunched over the desk, the pen hanging loosely on my fingertips.

Nothing in me moved. Nothing made my muscles contract and put the pen to the paper. Was I so weak I couldn't do this simple task? No. Not weak. The opposite. Too strong. I was too strong to let myself to this. My mind held too tightly to the image of her face. My body clung to the sensation that lingered after our last, brief kiss. I couldn't let myself to this, and forcing myself to did not appear to be working.

I grunted again, shutting my eyes tightly.

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.

Pressing the tip of the pen to the paper, I wrote what ever would make sense. Whatever I knew could ease her pain, and make forgetting me easier.

A whimper filled the room, so weak and pathetic. I couldn't have made that sound could I? But alas it was me. I was the weak and pathetic soul forced to destroy my own heart in writing a last letter. It was even more clear I didn't deserve her.

I never did. I never was worthy of one as strong as Alice. That was just something I was going to have to accept. That with all my weakness, a angel as perfect as Alice loved me.

So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.

I scribbled on the paper, unaware of the words I was writing. It didn't matter what I said now. I was dead. This letter might as well be called a suicide note, as I was committing myself to die by returning to Maria. As I continued to write, my mind drifted into the past, back to my happier memories I shared with her.

I would keep these forever, they would be the only thing keeping me alive during my eternal servitude to Maria.

I replayed our first meeting in my mind, determined to keep each detail vivid and perfect. I wanted this memory to last longer than the others, as it was the moment my life changed for whatever brief period it was.

I saw her glide toward me, perfect and graceful as always. Her words rang out in my ears, along with my stupid reply. Her hand extended to me, and I took it eagerly. I clung to it desperately as we passed through the doors, hope awakening in me for the first time in a century. We strode into the street, Alice clinging to my hand just as tightly as I clung to hers. She stared up at me with her wide, perfect eyes, full of hope and love for such a tortured soul like me.

I gave her every part of me, disregarded my dark past in the hope I'd find a happier existance with her. And I did. Briefly. But it was worth it. Every second I didn't spend killing made it all the more worth it. Every human I passed without draining made it worth it. I no longer hungered for human blood, I only hungered for Alice.

You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.

I dropped the pen, my shoulders quivering slightly.

Please Alice. Please don't come for me. Live on please.. I screamed this thought to the empty air of our bedroom, praying she'd obey.

I could no longer suppress the growl that escaped my lips. It shook the walls and made the shutters quake. My nails dug into the desk, leaving ten indention's in the wood. Snapping away, I strode toward the bed, my hand brushing over the mattress.

I glanced at our closet, so large and so Alice. I smiled slightly, walking slowly through the doors toward her rack and racks of outfits.

I needed something, something more tangible than my memories, something physical that I could remember her by. It seemed like a selfish thing to do, but I don't care who frowned upon it, it was necessary. I needed something I could hold during the warm Texas nights, something I could cling to rather. A shred of my former life where I lived each day with hope. Something small, that is all I wanted.

I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.

My eyes darted over the many racks of clothing, dresses, shoes, sweaters. My smile grew a degree as I thought of my sweet Alice. So obsessed with her clothes, how I secretly loved her for that.

I walked deeper into the closet, toward her most precious keepsakes. She had kept stupid things from our past, but said she loved them more than all her couture outfits.

I knelt beside a small box, my hand gently lifting away the cover. Glancing at the contents, I shook my head. None of this would do, as these were all things I gave to her. I needed something that was solely Alice.

I rose to my feet, taking in her sweet scent. It filled everything in her, saturated it. How I would miss this scent.

I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

I drifted away toward the shelf that she kept her accessories. Rings, headbands, necklaces, all of the many fine pieces of jewelery I showered her with in our time together. My eyes widened as I saw just what I sought. Reaching shakily out to it, I took it carefully between my fingers.

It was a broach, one she had bought long ago, soon after we met. I thought it was beautiful in it's simplicity. A silver rose with a diamond in the center and small pearls lining the edge. It was perfect. Curling it carefully against my palm, I turned swiftly toward the doors, flying to the window.

I had to be quick, lest they return find me.

I paused at the window, stealing a last fleeting glance around our room. Climbing onto the pane, I leaped high into air before sprinting in the opposite direction toward the mountains.

Goodbye Alice. My love. My world..

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.