(A/N) This is really short and from Marcus's POV. Enjoy!
I watched with utter despair as the light wind gently carried away the remnants of Didyme's ashes. They killed her. The pain of this knowledge cut me so deep, I was immobolized. The crowd slowly melted away and I was left with just the sinister tower block and the faint, lingering scent of Didyme - my one true love. The terrible facts scurried around my skull, battering the inpenetratable bone. With a roar, I smashed my head against the marble floor, leaving a large dent yet no improvement upon my headache.
Why couldn't life have happy endings? We are such stuff as fairytale's, after all. Why did Aro have to be so wrapped up in his power, greed and bloodlust, that he could discard his own sister so easily? Why did I, out of everyone, have to feel the effect of his actions? What did I do to deserve this? What had Didyme - sweet, happy, pure, innocent Didyme - do to deserve that?
My eternal headache silenced the questions but provided no answers.
(A/N) Yeah, I read somewhere that to a vampire, losing your beloved is like a really strong, never-ending headache. Please review!