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This is somewhat of a companion piece to Lachrymose—just a little drabble from Victor's point of view. I apologize for the lame title; naming the story after the song you base it around is not very original. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

I feel as though I'm living a lie.

This world—the world of the living—is bleak and lifeless compared, ironically, to that of the dead. Every time I open my eyes, all I see are shades of gray. There is no color in my life anymore.

My marriage to Victoria is fast approaching, but I cannot bring myself to look upon this occasion with happiness.

It feels as if a part of me is missing, and has been since Emily left my life. Some part of my being that had long been dormant, unnoticed by me, is gone. I never knew it existed until she was gone.

When my parents announced my betrothal to Victoria, I was scared to death; I didn't want to get married.

Then I met Victoria, and realized that maybe marriage wouldn't be as bad as it had seemed.

She was everything you could want in a bride: pretty, kind, and, most important in my parents' eyes, from a (supposedly) wealthy family.

It was easy for me to delude myself into believing that I was in love with her.

Once I met Emily, my perception of life was completely altered. She showed me that love can exist for anyone. As long as someone was willing to love, they could.

Sure, she scared me senseless when we first met, but it was her personality that truly made me fall in love with her.

When she left, it tore me apart; how could she think I wouldn't care?

Couldn't she see that I loved her enough to die for her?

I feel terrible, knowing the pain that I've caused her.

Presently, though, I shall be with her once again, and hopefully be forgiven. I hope she understands that I love her; I don't care if she's dead. I don't care that her heart doesn't beat, that her skin is cold to touch. I don't care that she's dead.

I love her for who she is, and with any luck she'll realize that.

Did she honestly think that I could forget her? I don't see how anyone could put aside someone as special as Emily.

She exudes this charm, this aura, which makes it impossible to dislike her.

It's what I came to love her for.

She's special, more special to me than anyone I ever met. But, of course, I'm alive and she is dead. My world is dark and dreary, hers is bright and eternal.

Soon, though, I will join her.

We will be together.

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