-Stefan's POV-

They have the definition of immortal wrong. Online, in the dictionary, it's all wrong and I should know because I am a vampire and I am dying. What the definition should say is that you can live forever, that is until your soulmate dies and then you slowly start to die yourself.

Bonnie Bennett was the love of my life, beautiful face, perfect body, contagious and adorable laugh. She was kind to everyone, willing to sacrifice herself for others, she was everything that every man in this world needed. And through it all, the one thing that still burns in my brain are her eyes.

Emerald with shining pieces of gold here and there if you look at them as deeply and as closely as I have over our many years together. She would hate it when I would look at her so closely, but I couldn't help myself, her beauty was beyond compare, those iris' were beyond compare, I will never find such a pair like hers.

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I remember us dancing. We always used to dance, under the stars and moon on our back porch. We moved away from Miami to Atlanta and built a house together. I made sure that it looked and ways exactly how she wanted it to be. She would light candles along the railing and we danced to the soft music playing from the record player.

Old jazz was her favorite. I sometimes hated dancing to it because she would get so wrapped up in the music that she would shut her eyes and get lost in the saxophone and even then, there wasn't a sight that I would prefer seeing other than her.

"You are beautiful." I would pronounce every word, every day no matter the situation. If they were closed, her eyes would open and she look at me and smile so lovely. She's so lovely.

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I remember our love, our sex, our passion. Multiple times a day if we wanted to. My hands could never part from her skin and her lips could never part from mine. It always left us breathless.

She would dance for me, tease me shaking those round hips of hers and never gave me permission to touch. I would lay flatly on the bed once the show was over and watch her climb on top of me and now was the time that I touch. Her eyes would shut as my hands ran up the back of her thighs, squeeze her ass, then push her down on me closer running my hands up her back. Five seconds, I would wait looking into her eyes before I meet our lips.

Control was never an option for either of us, we either were or wasn't. I would sit up and turn so that she's on her back and hiss when the heel of her stiletto would pierce the back of my calf muscle. She insisted on wearing heels most times and I think it was her way of stating that she's the boss.

I loved to take her slow every once in awhile just to savor the feel of her especially after a long day or in the morning. Bonnie loved it rough, she would fuck me good and hard and was always loud when we fucked. I swear if we didn't live in the woods that the our next door neighbors would get themselves off just on her sounds alone. She would collapse getting down from her high gripping on to the headboard as she caught her breath then lazily resting on me once I sat up. I would massage her back kissing her neck and if I didn't feed that day or haven't fed in a while, I would drink.

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I remember our walks together in town or just in the woods. If we wanted to go into town, we would always look for children and babies that looked like us and think of a name and the type of attitude he or she would have. We wanted children but in the same instant we knew that we would be better if it was just the two of us. The incident made us come to realize that. We settled on our friends children, baby sitting whenever they needed some alone time, taking them out to eat or to the park or library once they grew older.

If we were in the woods, she would practice her magic. Make clear pathways for us to walk through, make the leaves nice and green in the Spring and summertime. I was always amazed at her talents, her ability to do the impossible by reciting Latin in her head or aloud but that resulted to nothing but us having sex on the ground.

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I remember our fights. Sometimes it was serious, others it was over petty things, but we always yelled. We got in each other's faces, toe to toe and she would push me back but step up to me again. I hated fighting with her but sometimes we would just spend too much time together that we got on each others nerves, but that one fight that we had in the car changed our lives.

Bonnie was a jealous woman, and I am the one to blame. When we were younger, I was a horrible boyfriend to her, I would cheat and flirt with many women honestly not caring what Bonnie would think. I was horrible but she loved me anyway. Now women would talk to me and I would be polite and talk back but she hated it. I don't know what I said or did to get her so upset with me one time, but as soon as we left the restaurant and got in the car, she told me that she wanted to breakup. At first I shook it off and started to drive us home, but she kept going on about how I'm no different from my past self, that I'm playing her and her heart. Calmly, I explained to her that I was just being nice, but she didn't believe me, she kept yelling so I yelled back figuring that maybe she would only understand and listen to me that way.

The last word I called her was a bitch and she said my name then after that, it all went silent as I swerved and drove us into trees on the side of the road. I was pressing the gas petal hard without even realizing and to avoid hitting the car in front of me, I hit trees instead. I woke up to the sounds of sirens confused before I looked beside me and saw her bloody face resting on the dashboard. I've never cried so hard in my life. I wanted to touch her but I didn't want to break her and thank God the ambulance came and carefully strapped her down on a gurney. They wanted to check on me but I told them off and rode with Bonnie.

"Don't you die on me, don't you dare. I fucking love you, Bonnie, please."

When we got to the hospital I stayed with her for as long as I could repeatedly telling her how much I loved her and kissing her then I had to wait.

Shortly came our friends asking me what happened but I couldn't talk. The only thing that was on my mind was that I may never be able to see her eyes again. And it was all my fault.

The second the doctor said that I could go in, I went in and stayed with her until she was able to leave. I didn't sleep or eat or do much of anything because I couldn't unless I knew for certain that she would be fine.

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I remember lying with her all day and I'm sure that I annoyed her with all the apologizing that I've done. She told me that she forgave me, but I still wanted to remind her. Our love grew more than I thought it could. It was quiet even our talks were. I could now read her mind almost perfectly and she could do the same with me.

We didn't want any visitors, we had enough of that in the hospital and yes, it was selfish, but that's just the way that it was. We got married alone in our backyard and the reason we weren't before was because the only thoughts on our mind at the time was surviving.

She bought a dress, so simple yet with her in it, it looked as if it was made of diamonds. We said our vows, we danced, and had sex on the kitchen counter later that night.

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I remember her aging. She was always so shy about it and I don't know what for she looked the same to me, she had such a youthful face.

I would grow depressed wishing that I was growing old right along with her and we'd be one of those old couples that are still so deeply in love that the young folk looked up to.

I took her to all the places she wanted to go, Niagara Falls, Pairs, Russia, Italy, Bolivia, Iceland. Anywhere. We never traveled, we were always private and reserved so it was all such an experience.

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I remember her dying. Sunday at dusk looking into her eyes. We stayed up all night the following night because she said that it was her time to go. We talked and said our goodbyes. She told me to not end my life, to find another woman who made me happy and enjoy that and I promised her that I would. We shared one last kiss before she closed her eyes and an hour later, she breathed her last breath.

I held her and cried then called our family and friends to deliver them the news. The funeral was bigger than I thought since her parents planned it and it was truly beautiful but I honestly didn't want to be there. First to arrive, last to leave with the same thought running through my mind. I will never see those eyes again.

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I remember when it all happened. Slowly, the green faded from my vision. The green trees were no longer green in my eyes, the pictures of my wife, her eyes were no longer that magnificent emerald. In the mirror my eyes were no longer green and that wasn't the only thing that started to change, I started fading. As if my life was linked to hers, as if our bond was so strong that I couldn't survive without her. I was dying but it was beautiful.

I would smile at my grey hairs, my wrinkling skin, how slowly I now moved. I no longer frowned at the colorless leaves and grass and or the light in which instructed me to GO. I should've known that this would happen because when we got in that accident, my wounds didn't heal as fast as they would've, but once Bonnie was back to health, all my scars, cuts, and bruises were gone.

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I remember dying, calling my fellow vampire friend Jaden who had grown close to Bonnie and I and telling him goodbye. He came over and we drank beers and talked about the good old times before I asked him to leave at two in the morning.

I sat on her side of the bed, wrote all this down and now I will close my eyes to be with my soulmate. The love of my life. Bonnie Sheila Salvatore.

- SS


A/N: Thank you all for reading and reviewing! I honestly didn't want to write an author's note, I wanted to end it like this, but I knew that I would get questions so for those who are wondering, yes, this is the end of I Need My Girl. I actually wrote this chapter as a one-shot, but I decided to conclude this fic with it just because I thought that it fit in perfectly with the story. I had to add and delete some parts just to make it link with previous chapters but hopefully it still does it justice. Until next time...

XO

Ashlyne