Because.
I couldn't bear to see her go. I've tried everything, absolutely everything, to get her to stay.
But no.
She wanted to be with him. The bloodsucker, leech—the filthy monster. I tried to show her I would've been a better choice; she wouldn't have to change who she was just to be with me. I loved her the way she was, and I still do. But she wouldn't listen to me. I told her I could be more natural, not like a drug. I promised not to lose my temper, and I meant it. I didn't want her to be hurt again; it had been terrifying seeing how she looked that one night in September when Sam had found her.
Why? Why can't I just give up and forget about it?
I guess, it's because…I love her.