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AN: Sooo, as promised, here is the sequel! Dun, dun, dun. I really hope you guys enjoy it. Thanks!
Summary: AU. All human? Canon Pairings. Sequel to Little Miss Pipedream. He always believed that he would do anything for his angel. But then reality takes the phrase, "I'd go to the ends of the Earth for her," literally and he is thrown head first into a worldwide search for the love of his life.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Twilight; Stephenie Meyer does. I also do not own the Wombats, or their song, Lost In The Post. Furthermore, I do not own the quotes in italics.
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"We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them,
we say we love trees, yet we cut them down.
And still people wonder why some are afraid
when told they are loved."
Preface
Fate and destiny have an odd way of shaping your life. They are but two old friends mapping revenge on every single human being on earth, plotting and planning, plotting and planning. Their logic is useless and they pay absolutely no attention to karma. But when love intervenes, it is there that they have a problem.
Because love has its own path to follow, its own fate guiding it with its own destiny to arrive at. Love will stop at nothing when it's desperately needed to bring two soul mates together again, no matter what steps in its way. It is a powerful force, stronger than a herd of rampaging rhinoceros or a tsunami designed to take out the world. Love is the strongest weapon known to mankind.
You can fight fate all you want, but love will eventually take you down.
The torment of precautions often exceeds the dangers to be avoided. It is sometimes better to abandon one's self to destiny . . .
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AN: I don't have too much of chapter 1 done yet, but I will give you a small peek. Deal?
Sneak Peek: My fingers grazed over the much beaten, flimsy paper as my eyes skimmed the blank image that appeared on the other side of the window. The smooth surface kissed my fingertips as lightly as the ebony and ivory keys I had long forgotten, the stained trails of crystalline tears embedded in my skin, stinging my face.
It was day number three hundred and sixty-two. Almost a year had passed.
She's still gone.
P.S: Okay, I know you're not going to like it, but hey. I'm not one of those people who just write their (well, fine, they're not actually mine) characters to get together in the first couple of chapters. It's the point. The journey of falling in love is a hard one and it doesn't just happen like that. So. Yeah.
And also, this will be in Edward's POV. I doubt there will be any in Bella's.
See yuh,
Laura