Cami Pov
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I wiped my eyes free of the tears that had begun to fall. I had to stay strong, today, for him, for my uncle.
Not falling apart was the least I could do.
I was still sitting in my room, on my bed. I had on black dress and my black flats. I let my hair down, not even bothering to straighten it, curl it, or even brush it.
What was the point? It wasn't like he could see me anyway.
I had to cover some of my bruises and cuts with foundation and powder.
Davina and Luna offered to heal me, but I told them no. I wanted to keep the bruises and cuts. Those were the only things I had left of him now besides the church and all of the dark objects, which were technically Kol's.
Kol being a great friend, as sweet as he was, said that they were all mine, he tried to lighten everything up by saying that he didn't have to buy me any Christmas presents.
I was eternally grateful.
It didn't work, and I've been in my room ever since. Everyone tried to comfort me. The only person I've let in is Damon, and Luna despite Finn's protest.
I turned my head to look at my door. Someone had knocked softly three times. I sighed, "I'll be down in a second, I just need to grab something."
"Cami, it's me."
I walked to the door and opened it.
In its threshold stood Luna. She was not as happy as she usually was. She was wearing black like me like everyone was going to be. Her hair, was braided back. Not a wisp or curl was out of place, which was strange because usually, it was everywhere, and not in a bad way. I was grateful that she had made an effort to look her best.
"Luna, what are you doing here?"
Luna looked down and looked back up. "I just wanted to tell you how sorry I was again. If I had been faster I could've saved him. I am so sorry," Luna's voice cracked at the end, and I pulled her into a hug.
She hugged back, and she was crying, and I was too.
"Luna, it was not your fault. You saved me."
I pulled away and looked at her. Her usual bright carmel skin was now paler. Her eyes used to be filled with light, but they have been replaced with less light. There were heavy bags under her eyes. Telling me that she hadn't slept in a couple of days. For this, I felt responsible. She was trying to find the witch that hexed my uncle and brother, and she was losing sleep because of it.
Luna shook her head, "Maybe if I was so powerful like everyone says, I could've saved him..."
"Stop!" I practically yelled.
I reached down and held her hands, squeezing gently, "Hey, you listen to me, it wasn't your fault. It wasn't mine either. You promised that you would help me find the witch who did this. If I blame someone or hate someone, it's going to be that bitch who put a hex on my uncle and on my brother. And you are not that person, so don't you for a second blame yourself."
I was crying now, and Luna pulled me into another hug. We stood there, embracing each other.
Someone knocked on the door, I cleared my throat. Cleaning myself up, Luna did the same.
"Come in."
Damon walked in and put his hand on my shoulder. He pulled me into a hug, I closed my eyes tightly, trying to keep the tears inside.
"It's time."
I sighed and looked at Luna. She gave me a determined look, there were no tears in her eyes now. I wished I could be like her sometimes she was so strong, she didn't even know it.
Soon we were all three downstairs. Luna went first. I was trying not to look up and see everyone staring at me, I could feel the pity in their gazes. Luna walked over to Hayley, who was also in black, and hugged her.
Whatever rough patch they had was healed and gone.
The funeral was like my brothers in a way. People were sad at the beginning, but after the service, everyone got drunk. I tried no to be too pissed off about that. Proof that they didn't really care at all.
I was sitting in a booth with Klaus and Elijah. Hayley had left to go to the bathroom, and Luna went with her.
After it was over, I stayed and cleaned up. I drunk a little, just to try and numb the pain away for the moment. I knew that it would return eventually, but just for a short while...
I let Damon take me home, to my apartment. I needed to be alone for a couple of days. To figure some things out, and to think things through.
