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This is my first fanfiction so it may not be too spectacular, but I'm just experimenting. :)
' "Edward… Edward, I'm leaving you. I- I'm going with Jacob. I'm sorry, Edward, it's just that I knew that you weren't going to change me… I need to live life not live in this fantasy. I want to have children and grandchildren. I'll always love you, Edward." '
57 Years Later.
Numb.
That was pretty much the best word to describe me. I didn't smile or laugh anymore. Only talked when spoken to. The family wasn't as close as we use to be.
When she left I ran. I ran for years and years only recently returning to Forks. I returned broken, different. There was no use in living anymore. An empty life. A loveless life. I would have ended the pain- but I couldn't hurt the family again. We were already falling apart.
So here I am, sitting at our usual table with our untouched lunches. I had returned to Forks only a few months ago. It hurt being here but at the same time it was comforting in a way…
The room seemed to vibrate with excitement- even I could feel it. The gossip was directed at a girl.
She sat with her back facing towards me- oblivious to the stares from other tables. She wore a mousy, oversized sweater and jeans. Even under the oversized clothes I could tell she was petite; maybe an inch or two taller than Alice. Her hair was a pale blonde- the color of a peeled banana- cut in a bob with beachy waves.
Despite her hair she seemed like the kind of girl who would blend into a crowd.
The bell rang. Students threw away the remains of their lunches and left reluctantly to their next classes. I followed with even less enthusiasm, dumping my untouched lunch into the garbage. The others followed behind me- too afraid to make conversation.
Advanced Spanish was next. I was fluent in it but the course was mandatory. I sat at the far corner of the class next to the window. Rain patted on the window and thunder boomed creating a menacing chorus.
I heard the chair next to me pull back. A fragrance of honey and lavender shocked me. I stiffened- my mouth watered and my throat burned. I hadn't smelled something so… appetizing since 57 years ago…
I turned abruptly to the source that so happened to be the new girl.
Everything about her was pale- with the exception of her eyes. Her large doe-like eyes, the color of dark chocolate, framed with thick dark lashes.
Nostalgia hit me. Those eyes reminded me so much of her eyes. After repressing any thought of her this girl caused all the painful memories to flood back.
So I hated her. I hated her for causing me so much pain. I hated her for letting me remember. I hated her for smelling so appetizing.
But most of all I hated myself.
I hated what I had become.
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