Grief and mourning are like a double edged sword; practically besties. I screwed up, I get that. I screwed up so bad that I'm overly confident that there's no chance of getting my old life back. Do I even want it back? If I never seen Harker again it wouldn't be the end of the world, right? People move on and meet new people all the time. So, if this is my new beginning, why does it feel like I'm waiting for the apocalypse to strike? I must be the only vampire in history that's too scared to do anything. This can't be it, can it? Isolation. Loneliness. Regret. I thought Ellie was the starting point of a new life for me, but it turns out she was just the end of something much bigger. I don't know where she is, or what she's thinking, or if she's scared. So, if this is the end, forever is a lot shorter than I thought.