So, I read the book of Bree Tanner, and I can't help but think about what Fred felt when Bree never showed up, never came back. From the moment he waits until the moment he realizes she isn't coming.
Fred
I kept my promise, I was in Vancouver, waiting for Diego and Bree to show up, waiting for Bree to show up. God how I hoped she was okay. I waited in the shadows of an old house, looking around a little, waiting to see her red eyes stand out in the crowd. They never came.
Even though I had said I would only wait one day, I waited at least three days, hoping she had been held up, maybe she was still looking for Diego? Bree, please be okay. I couldn't stand this feeling, I couldn't stand feeling so alone. I needed her, I had needed her from the day she had sat down next to the coutch I sat on, and started reading her books.
I never felt like a clan with the others, but I felt like a clan with her. I knew she would never feel the same for me, she had Diego, she told me she had him, though she had never realized she had told me what I didn't wanna know. But if she needed him, I would have excepted him without any questions.
That is, if they would have shown up, but they didn't show up, she didn't show up, I hoped this didn't mean what I though it did, but I actually knew it did. She was dead.
She was dead.
She was dead.
No, I couldn't think this way, she wasn't dead, she couldn't be. She had to be safe. But it was the third day already, and I would have waited only one day. If she was still alive, she would have come at the first day. I knew that. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to safe you Bree." I said aloud, turning to the city that betrayed me. The city she never saw.
And I left, without her.
So, I knew this was short, but sometimes things don't have to be long. This where his thoughts, at least whatI thought he would think. DragonWings out!