Do you remember that night on the doorstep before you left to pursue your happiness away from me, I told you, “Can you please, please turn me into a vampire before you leave? So that after all these years, you and I both can be happy.”
I think you thought I had wanted vampirism at the cost of losing you forever. Maybe that’s why you told me, “Vampirism is a curse. And I care for you too much to burden you with that.”
You were right. Vampirism is a curse. But only if it comes to you when you’re the most lonely. Only if it takes the one you love the most away from you because you were so scared to lose him forever that you lost him anyway.
But I was right, too. If you’d turned me, you and I both, right now, could’ve been happy. And your eyes instead of looking at the distance between us, would’ve lifted to see the love in mine and your hands wouldn’t have hovered over my heart like you could’ve never had me.