The seconds ticked by silently. No one said a word. We just stared at each other in the eyes. No word is needed to exchange the thoughts that we had. We already knew what the other was thinking about. Memories. The memories that we had together. From the day we met at the lake. (We were two, Carmilla and I went walking; Tristyn and his family were having a picnic near the lake. The rest of the day was a blur to me now. But I still could remember the very first time I laid my eyes on him. While Carmilla and I were walking, Tristyn's ball came up to me. Tristyn, with his small round face and short brown hair ran up to where the ball was, beside my foot. I was hypnotized by his eyes). To the very time we last saw each other at the very brink of the forest. He saved me; he wanted me to live.

Tristyn's eyes dropped down to my necklace hanging from my neck. He gently smiled, every move an effort. The necklace that he gave me was the only thing that kept me surviving from all those years. It held me from keeping breaking when my whole family was gone and when he left me again. The necklace was the most important thing that I had.

"Promise me one thing." his raspy voice breaking. I hung onto his every word.

"What is it? I'll do anything." I said leaning closer.

"Promise me to live after I am gone."

I was taken aback for a second. I wasn't expecting that. I nodded my head slowly. This was the only thing he had asked for me. I might as well do it with the very best of my efforts.

"I will never forget you Tristyn. I love you." The three words that I haven't said but wanted to say for a very long time. I loved him, more than just a friend. I loved him more than my life. He was my life, my soul, my everything.

Suddenly, a flash back came to me. The times that we had together. The sweet times we shared. I will never forget those memories.

"I love you too, my bright blue Skye." his eyes half closed already.

I could hear the door opening, several footsteps came in and then the door shut quietly. I quickly wiped the blood from Tristyn's thumb and stood up. Soon, John, Mary and a whole family came into the room. Mary ran to the bed kissing Tristyn's forehead. She gently pushed back his hairs to his balding head.

Tears started to stream down their faces, Tristyn was too weak to produce a tear. Two small children clung onto the skirt of their mother. The mother wrapped her arms around them as they quietly cried. The three went outside still crying. The man with brown hair knelt beside his mother. I'm guessing he was Charles. The other son of Tristyn.

Tristyn lied on the bed trying hard to breathe. He wasn't at all sad to leave; he was happy he had lived his life up to this day. Droplets became rivers on Mary's cheeks . "I will always love you, my dearest." Mary said through sobs.

"I love you so much, love."

I watched them, envying them for the love and affection they were sharing with each other. I knew I will never have something so special as they had. Mary had spent much more time with Tristyn than I have. She might know him better than I do now.

Tristyn blinked once, then his lips slowly expanded into a small smile. His eyes slowly drooped to a closure. His chest heaved then stayed down. I could hear his heart stop beating. Everything stopped around me. My head started to whirl. I stepped back in a corner. I couldn't say anything.

I watched as Tristyn's family crowded around the bed. John held his mother in his arms as she wailed the death of her husband. She shook in distraught; John and Charles wept too to the loss of their great father. A family moment. I slowly and silently excited the room, escaping onto the small lounge room. I sat patiently on one of the chairs staring blankly into space. I could hear them weeping inside the room while the children and mother were outside in the farm. The children were happy now, laughing.

The terrible news of the death still shocked me. I have encountered a lot of deaths, even I have bestowed on it to people before, but nothing would ever make me ready for this. I sure have handled the death of my entire family, but the death of my one and only friend, sends a shock wave through me.

After almost an hour of grief, the crying ceased. Charles had led his family to town. He didn't want his children to see their deceased grandfather. I could hear some shuffling in the other room and some sniffling. I slowly got up and walked towards the door mechanically. My eyes were still looking at the vacant air. My emotions didn't alter anymore. From that short time that I have spent sitting alone in the chair, the dead body of my best friend, the only man that I loved, just beyond the wall. I started to realize that I am completely alone. No more family, except for uncle who is buried somewhere, no more Tristyn. I was alone and I had to live for Tristyn. I had to keep my promise. I opened up the door and took in the morning air. Just live. I don't need to feel emotions to live. I just need to survive.

My life would never be the same again.

The sun shone down on their black funeral clothes. The priest had just finished his ceremony. The young local men, including John and Charles Borouke, slowly descended the black wooden casket down the hole on the ground. It was just big enough to fit in the casket. Mary was being held by her other widow friends as she wept for her dead husband. Almost everyone in the village were in the cemetery grieving for the lost of one of their most beloved citizen. Everyone loved Tristyn for his kind and generous heart. A one of a kind man.

I watched them from a faraway place. No human eye would be able to see me here. Small thick droplets streaked my pale face. Again, I was crying blood. This was going to be the last time I would be able to see Tristyn. I kept myself at a fair distance from the humans. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control my thirst for blood. It has already been a week since I have last drank that hot liquid. It has already been a week since I last slept. It has already been a week since I last groomed myself. I was a terrible mess.

They started to cover the shiny dark casket with dirt. John kept his mother from jumping in the hole. Charles's family surrounded Mary giving her comforting words.

From my experience, comforting words doesn't do anything. They are just words, they won't bring loved ones back to life; they won't make things better and they won't change things back.

I stared as the last piece of my living life was being buried down the ground.