Alaric sighs to himself as he sits at his desk pouring himself yet another shot of whiskey. Downing it within seconds.

Picking up a framed picture on his desk he stares at it for a second before throwing the picture across the room, shattering it immediately. He proceeds to throw the empty bottle of whiskey at the wall in a burst of anger and sadness. Covering his mouth with his fist he leans against his desk with a heavy heart.

Laying on the ground, shattered to pieces was a picture of him and Camilla Forbes. With bright big smiles, at the Mystic grill enjoying a night off.

Damon Salvatore slowly opens the door to Alaric's office to see the broken glass, staring at the picture frame for a second he turns his head to look at Alaric who was breathing heavily with his head laid down against the desk.

Walking towards Ric he places a hand on his shoulder. As Alaric looks up Damon can see his teary eyes and Alaric immediately breaks down. Pulling him into a hug Damon stares at the wall infront of him only to see a big portrait of the kids and Camilla Forbes.

A small sad smile gathers onto Damon's face as Alaric holds onto him sobbing.

***

Rebekah and Elijah stand in the door way of the art room worriedly watching Niklaus stare at a blank canvas with no facial expression.

"You can't keep scaring all of the kids out Nik." Rebekah whispers, scared that her brother may break at any minute.

Klaus ignores her words and continues staring at the blank canvas impassively.

Elijahs eyebrows furrow in concern. "Niklaus it's been a week, you know today is C-" he begins but is soon cut off as a canvas is viciously torn apart.

"DO NOT SAY HER NAME." He screams, Rebekah flinching when she sees his amber eyes.

"Hope needs you. She needs her father." Elijah sternly states. He was deeply saddened by Camillas passing but his grief was no where near as deep as Hope and his brothers. "Jace needs you."

Klaus sighs turning away from his siblings. "How do you expect me to comfort my son? You want me, the person who was never there for him while he was growing up to comfort him after he lost his mum! The one who was there for him. The one who was there for everybody! But she is Gone Lijah. She is gone. And not even I couldn't save her." He ends in a whisper.

Speechless at his outbreak the siblings stand in silence staring at the floor, wondering where everything went wrong and how the most powerful family on the earth, let Camilla Forbes die.

***

Elena stands on the dock staring out at the lake all alone. She was still in shock that one of her longest best friends was really gone.

If anyone would have lived a long and happy life she was so sure it would have been Cami. The girl who did everything for everyone and nothing for herself.

It tore her heart to pieces that while she held onto her best friends son for dear life, she watched Camilla get her heart torn out.

She looked so weak in that moment, all the blood and broken bones. But she also held a look of determination and peace in her eyes during her last moments.

She was determined to save her sisters life and she was at peace with the fact that those were her last moments on earth.

What Elena admired the most was that even though she was at her weakest point, she used every last ounce of her strength to take Hayley down with her.

She's brought out of her thoughts when she hears a voice she hadn't heard in years. "Elena?"

Turning around her watery eyes widen, "Jer?"

Jeremy gives her a sad smile. "I came as soon as I heard your voicemail. I couldn't miss it."

***

Alec stands infront of his bedroom door. The room he hasn't entered in a week. He couldn't, every time he even thought about it he instantly pushed the thoughts away.

The last conversation he ever had with his mother was in that room. Where he told her he found his real mom. Where he made her cry. Where she couldn't even look him in the eyes because she was so hurt.

Hesitantly putting his hand on the door knob he slowly turns the door open. Giving the door a small push the door creaks open.

Taking small slow steps into the room he stares at his bed, where he last saw his mother before she died. Where she cuddled into him before he crushed her whole world.

With his heightened senses he could still smell her scent. Her scent that would eventually fade away, just like her. It would be gone.

The thought alone was enough to bring him to his knees, sobbing into the bed.

Freya and Davina walk through the empty halls with their heads down.

"I don't know how to help him. He just sits in our room all day not speaking. He stares at the wall like a statue." Davina whispers to Freya. "We all loved her. And we need to grieve but it's not healthy."

"Kol just lost one of the most important people in his life Davina. He just needs time." She responds before stopping near an open door way.

They both look inside the open room to see Alec breaking down on the bed.

"They all do." She whispers sadly.

***

Jace hits the punching bag again and let's out a grunt. His mother always told him he needed to wrap his knuckles since he wasn't a full tribrid yet.

But she wasn't here to tell him that. Usually by now she'd walk in scolding him like always.

Flash back

Camilla walks into the training room to see Jace looking at his bruised knuckles.

"Jace!" She scolds, immediately Jace puts his hands behind his back casually hoping she didn't see them.

Walking to him she silently puts her hand out with an eyebrow raised, daring him to say otherwise.

Sighing he puts his hand out and she gasps. "What did I tell you about wrapping your hands!?"

"I forgot." He shrugs with a cheeky smile.

"Don't make me assign supervisors for the training rooms." She smiles teasingly.

"You wouldn't." He mock gasps with a hand on his heart but winces when he hits a bruise.

Her grin immediately vanishes and she speeds out of the room coming back a few minutes later with an ice pack.

Gently placing it over the bruises she says, "you'll always be my baby, stop hurting yourself. Or I'll go all momma bear on you." She threatens.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He laughs bringing her into a giant bear hug as she laughs along.

Flash back over.

He'd do anything for her to come in here to yell at him. Looking at his knuckles he sees that they're not only bruised but bleeding.

But there's no one here to help him. No one here to yell at him for being irresponsible.

Screaming at the top of his lungs he kicks the punching bag and it flies out of the ceiling and into the wall. Running towards the nearest table he flips it over breaking one of the metal stands and whipping it at the door.

Hope opens the door and quickly freezes the metal with her magic.

"I think we know who got dads anger issues." She mumbles under her breath. Though Jace hears it.

"Leave me alone Hope." He replies with a roll of his eyes.

"You're angry." She simply states.

"Really?" He sarcastically comments.

"Why are you angry?" She asks curiously.

"You know for someone who cried so much when she thought she'd never know her mom you don't really seem to care much that she's dead." Jace  bluntly replies.

In anger Hopes nostrils begin to flare as she points a finger at him. "I have cried every night and day since she died. You had your whole life with her I had weeks! You're so angry because she died? Because she sacrificed her life so that we could live safely! I grew up my whole life with a mother who didn't care about me. And when I finally find my real mom she dies, you're not the only one upset! This whole damn school is upset!" She screams with tears in her eyes.

Stomping out of the room Jace's eyes soften. Feeling his phone buzz he Pulls it out of his pocket.

From: Aunt Care

Sighing he walks out of the training room solemnly going to get ready for the hardest day in his life.

***

Stefan fixes his tie as he looks up to the ceiling trying to calm his red rimmed eyes.

Looking around at the untouched room he walks into the walk in closet. Skimming her side of the closet he takes a moment to stare at all of the clothes she'll never wear again.

Seeing her favorite white sweatshirt he grabs it, smelling her addicting scent he can't stop the tears from falling.

He came back to life only for her to die. He didn't believe in god but if there was one he was sure he was punishing him.

Leaving the room he walks out of the front door of the boarding school to see everyone there waiting for him.

Bonnie Bennett the best friend who was called in their darkest hour to stop a curse from killing Cami.

Enzo St. John the Augustine vampire that came along their group of friends for the ride when he had no one.

Jeremy Gilbert, the man who was once just a little boy in a very scary world with no one but Camilla protecting him.

Elena Gilbert, the best friend who could never repay Camilla enough for all that she had done.

Damon Salvatore, one of Camillas best friends that helped her through heart break.

Caroline Forbes, the younger sister who survived because her older sister sacrificed everything for her.

Elijah Mikaelson, the noble original who knew Camilla would be the reason his brother got redemption.

Rebekah Mikaelson, the original that could only ever find a friend in Cami.

Kol Mikaelson, the black sheep of his family who found a home in Camilla Forbes heart.

Freya Mikaelson, the witch who could understand pain like no other.

Davina Claire, the harvest witch that finally made a friend out of Camilla.

Klaus Mikaelson, the hybrid that would forever hold Cami in his heart.

Hope Mikaelson, the lost daughter.

Jace Forbes, the mommas boy.

Alec Forbes, the regretful.

Lizzie Saltzman, the heartbroken little girl waiting for her mother to come back.

Josie Saltzman, the forgotten daughter to everyone except for Camilla.

Alaric Saltzman, the father who has no idea what to do after Camillas death.

They all stood there staring at Stefan with sympathy and grievance. Still not believing this was real.

Damon walks over to Stefan clapping his shoulder. "You ready brother." He grimaces as he himself tries not to break down.

"I'll never be ready." Stefan whispers, looking towards the sky. Walking away he gets into his car, everyone else following in their own vehicles or with someone else. Camillas coffin in the middle car being drove by a compelled human.

It was time to say goodbye.