Love. It's a dangerous game. It's unpredictable I'll tell you that. Everyday something new happens and one thing can turn into something completely different. Sometimes it can be good, and sometimes it can be bad. But we all hope for the best you know? I knew that us being together was going to be risky but I didn't know I would cause her and myself so much pain. When you fall in love you make that connection with that person, it's like that person is your medicine to help you stay sane. If you don't see that person for a few days or even weeks, it's like one large section of your life is missing and there is that uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. Then when that person isn't around for months or even years, it's unbearable. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened that night. They all came out of no where and their plan was perfect. Of course it was, they had Luke. I always told her that I would keep her protected from them and it haunts me everyday that she didn't make it out safely. Nothing has been the same since she disappeared. Her beautiful smile and laugh replay's everyday in my head and I can't get over her. Some people would suggest trying to get over her and don't continue looking for her, but I can't. The feeling of her fragile arms wrapped around my torso and when she would run her hands through my hair fills my body with goosebumps if I'm laying in bed or sitting at the computer. I used to see her. And hear her. It was a living hell every time. One night when I was brushing my teeth for bed, she was leaning on the door frame, arms crossed and only wearing my large red and black flannel and her fuzzy penguin slippers she loved so much. And when I turned around, nothing was there, just a figure of my imagination. Then another night while I was sleeping, I could hear her giggles floating above me. I didn't get much sleep after that. And some nights I cry. Instant regrets and pain fill my heart when I think of her on the ground, barely alive. And when she coughed and the blood came out of her mouth, I knew that something was wrong. Vampyre's aren't supposed to cough up blood. Then after that, something connected to the side of my head and I didn't remember much after that. When you love someone with all your heart and soul, you don't want to be separated from them. Then when you get separated, it feels like half of you is missing. But when you find your true love and she doesn't remember you, everything shatters and all of you is missing.