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So it was over.

Anna had been wandering the streets of Mystic Falls since handing over the necklace to Jeremy the night before. She'd let him go. She knew it was what was best for him, even if it hurt. Elena was right; they didn't have a future together. She was dead. A ghost. And that wasn't exactly grounds for a healthy relationship.

She hadn't found her mother, either. Apparently her punishment for the things she'd done in the last five hundred years was to be alone for eternity. It was appropriate, really, considering how much she'd always hated being alone. Maybe there was some kind of god after all. And maybe this was just her own personal version of hell.

Since she'd been a ghost, she'd been able to feel emotions, but not physical sensations. The realization that she was exhausted was alarming and disturbing at the same time. Ghosts didn't exactly have a need for sleep. Unless this was just the next form of punishment she was to face. Really, was there anything worse than watching the guy you loved be hurt or killed, over and over, and be unable to do anything to help or even to console him? She didn't think so. But she supposed she'd find out.

Giving into the exhaustion that she felt, Anna moved over and laid down on the park bench, closing her eyes. She wondered if maybe, just maybe she'd be able to actually sleep.

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She was worried about it, though. She was going to be gone soon, completely, and she'd wrecked the one happy part of his life.

"I just want you to be happy," she whispered.

"I know." He didn't think about it, and just reached out to rest his hand on top of her leg to comfort her.

Anna looked down at his hand on her leg, eyebrows furrowing. She felt his hand there, and it didn't make any sense. She'd seen some of the other tomb vampires vanish before her eyes, which meant the spell was done. Why could he still touch her?

Slowly she lifted her head to look at him with wide eyes.

Jeremy looked over at her too, confused. "How did you do that?"

She shook her head. "I didn't -- Jeremy, I didn't do anything."

He turned more towards her, reaching out to gently touch her arm, then shoulder and then cheek.

"This can't be happening."

"I don't understand what's happening," Anna whispered, eyes wide. Unable to stop herself, she reached out and touched his face, too. She could feel him, solid beneath her palm.

"Whatever Bonnie's doing was supposed to help you move on. Not stay here."

Did Bonnie mess up? Would she even be able to make this happen?

"I know." There was no question that was what Bonnie had intended to. All things considered, Bonnie likely hated her. And she didn't blame her for that.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to "pop" up somewhere else, but when she opened them, she was in the same place. She got to her feet, eyes widening again. "I can't make myself disappear anymore." There was alarm in her voice. Was this why she was so tired? Because she wasn't a ghost anymore at all?

Jeremy leaned forward, concerned. "Hey, don't freak out. Just breathe. We'll figure this out."

She looked at him, shaking her head. "Jeremy, you don't understand," she told him.

"I'm hungry." Which meant she definitely wasn't a ghost anymore. Ghosts didn't get hungry. They didn't need to eat.

"Okay, this is going to sound stupid, but what are you hungry for?"

There was a big difference if she was hungry for blood, or tacos.