Keith Salvatore's POV.
I've lost her.
I've lost the love of my life.
How could this happen, how could I lose the one meant for me?
It was not so long ago that things were just fine, things beginning for us. I had plans, I wanted a start over so I could do right by her.
I wasted time that's for sure and now here I am emotionless, I haven't talked to anyone, haven't left my room ever since that night.
My heart clenches thinking about that night, her life giving way in my arms, her hand resting on my chest, telling me that she loved me.
I could never get tired of hearing those three words come from her, her eyes, her voice, her heart reached out to me. Whenever she said those words, I felt it, I heard and felt the truth in them. A woman of truth, honesty, innocent to the core and had a heart of gold.
She waited, she bloody waited for me and I regret not giving in so soon. I was blind to not notice sooner, I could have had her in my arms now, we'd have our small talks, I'd even tease her, earning a blush from her. God, I loved when I made her blush, she just looked so cute, her laughter made my chest warm.
Her giggles were so innocent, she tried hiding it sometimes but I'd always hear her. She loved to learn new things and of course bake, the best.
My precious, my angel.
I stare at her picture, like every other day, she looks so beautiful and free. She took each day as it came and tried make the best of it. I can remember our first kiss, something I'll treasure for a long time. She was so shy, expecting me to reject her but I never intended to. Aspen had been planned out, that I would let her see another side of me, to finally receive all I had to offer .
My angel was one of a kind, no one can compare to her, no one could live up to her standards.
And to think I trusted them with her. I believed no one I trusted would hurt what was precious to me. They hurt her and she still treated them like family.
I saw everything, the times each family member caused a tear to slip out of her eyes.
I can't eat, I can't drink, nothing makes sense. My days have gotten darker without my light, everything else doesn't make sense, no one knows how I feel, no one knows the emptiness, which sucks you to a dull and black hole.
My world isn't the same anymore, I feel like there's no more life anymore, I'm not the same without her.
I sigh, laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
I do my best to not think about those responsible, the pain they've caused me and their evil deeds. I know them, I found it all out the time she was taken out of my arms, the time they took my life away from me.
How could someone let their obsession lead them to do such a crime, I don't understand how destroying ones life, could ever make that person rely on you, throw themselves at you. It's sick, a sick and twisted game they've played with our lives.
Damn it, I can't trust anyone anymore.
I was left bare that night, so hopeless and lost, I couldn't focus and still now, I walk like a real life zombie and I don't know who I am anymore.
I hear her voice, I see her everywhere, she's occupied my space, my thoughts, I can't function, I don't have the strength to cry, not that I cried after that night.
The tears couldn't come, they're stuck. I can't help how I am now.
I stare at the ceiling until I can't anymore, my eyes closing and blocking everything around me.
Knocking, then banging, then knocking. It's repetitive and annoying, they know they should not bother me, no one should try speak to me because I won't answer. I don't want to do anything, I just feel exhausted.
They'll say the same thing, that much I'm sure of.
I try to get up, only for my body weight to bring me back down on the bed, and my hand makes contact with the picture, her picture.
My chest tightens once again.
" I'm sorry angel, I failed you." I mumble.
I sigh when I realize that the knocking won't stop.
I walk over to the door, pulling it open with a mighty pull. Right on my doorstep stands him.
He too hasn't been the same after that night, well everyone had been hit hard by the news. He was like a brother to her, her best friend and the one who'd been with her the whole time she'd been a married woman. He understood her more then most.
We hadn't spoken much, only a few words shared, since I wanted, needed something from him. I trusted him with this, he knew how important this was for me, for all of us.
I don't say anything but stare at him, waiting for him.
" We have found her." Joe says.