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He put the phone down slowly, his entire being shaking. Dead. In a better place. Not living. No matter how you say it, it means the same thing, she's gone. No more sparkling chocolate brown eyes staring up at him from that pale face. No more of that warm heartbeat fluttering against his chest as he kissed her. No more of that uncanny silence, oh the silence, of not being able to read her thoughts. Just gone. Gone from the face of this godforsaken earth and up into heaven. For where else would a soul so pure go to after death? So young, so innocent, so kindred and pure. And to end her life willingly….he shuddered. His leaving must have hurt her more than he had ever imagined. She probably clung to every memory and feeling just as he had, but for her the suffering was as easy to end as jumping off a cliff. Finally he had found the love of his life and now she was ripped away from him by the vicious hands of death. In 109 years he had never felt such an intense pain of loss. It was as if a massive hole had been ripped out of his impenetrable flesh and a white-hot branding iron shoved against his silent heart. For that was how it felt, as if his heart was burning away without her in existence. But unlike physical burning, this would never stop. Oh no, he'd have to live with this loss for the rest of his immortal life. For all eternity, for he would never find anyone quite like her. He was doomed to wander the earth alone, merely a memory to tide him over until the cruel grips of death took him as well. He tried to imagine her sleeping face, so peaceful, calm, at rest, but all that came to mind was her lifeless body sinking down and down into the blue abyss of the ocean. Forever sinking into the depths of death, fading out of existence until no one was left to remember that smiling face flushed with red. No one left to remember her quiet shyness, her beautiful face. No one. Just him, alone in the world, the only person left with those memories for all eternity. He wanted to scream, but no sound escaped his lips, for his face was clenched up in indescribable agony. Without her in this world, what was there to live for? Why continue living? For him it would be harder, he couldn't just jump off a cliff or poison himself. No, he'd have to go to Italy, to them. It was the only way he could quench the anger, the pain. Living wasn't worth living any more. He would smile in triumph as they shredded him to pieces, as they let the cruel flames lick across his remains. Then he would be freed at last. Perhaps he would join her, if what Carlisle said about heaven was true, but that was unlikely. Maybe, just maybe, he'd slip into the abyss as well, always sinking down and down into blackness. No matter what the outcome, it was the only way. He turned towards the door, and was gone. Running off into the night, to Italy, to his fate.