Hey! I was bored and felt inspired enough to write a little something. It's nothing much but I've wanted to write a Kol's POV of Jeremy's death for a long time so here it goes!

"I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid to be alive."

We were friends once, don't you remember? There was a time, we laughed together and talked to each other. We were a Hell of a team, don't you remember? You called me your friend, can't you remember?

And then you left, and when we met again, it was to exchange dark threats in a death chamber. Do you remember? You were so afraid. There were goosebumps on your skin. You were trembling, stammering, hiding behind your bodyguard; hiding from me, your friend. Do you remember? I found the extreme coldness of the room strangely fitting.

We were friends no more. We became enemies. This I do remember. I had lied to you, I won't deny it, but you betrayed me thrice as much. You let your sister call me under your disguise to make certain I would pick up. Do you know how disappointed I was when I realize you were actually not on the phone? I had been so thrilled to get a call from you. For a second – the second before I pressed the green button – it was like old times again. Before I pressed the green button... After that, you invited me in your home with a weapon aimed at my heart. You should have shot, you know. It would have been less painful.

I blame you actually. I always will. Because I'm not a nice guy. I don't do awareness. I don't do guilt. Don't count on me to acknowledge my fault. I am what I was, a killer, a brute. I was ready to mutilate you that night. I would have done it without a second thought if I'd been given the time to. I was the Original. I was supposed to win. This was my victory and you took it away from me.

You killed me. I would have let you live. You watched me burn. Do you remember?

I stayed exactly where I had died after that. Except the house was empty. I was all alone with pictures of you for company. How ironic!

But then you appear, confusion written all over your face, and it takes me a moment to understand you're dead. Silas has killed you. Fucking told you so... At least, I'm no longer alone...

Karma is a Bitch, don't you think?

We don't say anything. You stare at me and sit. We don't laugh, we don't talk but I can't help the smirk forming on my mouth. Because I'm a happy guy. You're here with me. And maybe we won't ever laugh and talk to each other again. Maybe our friendship is far too much bruised to heal but I feel your shoulder brushing against mine and realize I don't care.

I don't feel dead anymore. There is sheer satisfaction cursing through my veins. Because I'm a happy guy. After all that mess, you're finally here with me, confined in a different dimension. Just the two of us until the end of Times.

I turn my head toward you, you turn your head toward me. We don't smile but I'm certain to have seen your eyes sparkling with the same contentment. This I will always remember.

Karma is not so much of a Bitch, after all...

Don't you think?

To be honest, I don't like it much but oh well! You can interpret it the way you want, either pure friendship or platonic slash. I personally tend to the second one! (of course)

Anyway, I hope you liked it somehow.