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Author's Note: The TwilightTwentyFive Community on LiveJournal is an amazing place for inspiration. I decided to try to do those even though I'm not signed up just to get some ideas and stories going. A writer needs to write everyday to work the muscles. This was the first prompt: a picture of an hourglass running out. This is what I got and I wrote it on a whim. It's very different and I'm not sure about it, but I love it a lot. Please, please review. This one, I think, is special. Song in Summary is The Cold, the Dark and the Silence by Sea Wolf. Review! -Delta
The Dark End of Time
It's amazing how the same situation can mean completely different things to separate people. And as the hourglass empties it's contents, wasting away the time, the anxiety of said situation grows ever stronger and tends to make emotions roil over.
Darkness envelops our three favorite characters, all alone and weeping for several different reasons.
Isabella Swan is tucked into her closet with a flashlight, searching for some type of comfort in the surrounding scent of her detergent and the softness of her old stuffed animals that had long been shoved into garbage bags. Tears don her cheeks but for many different reasons.
Humanity is all she knows, all she has ever been familiar with living. Being human and vulnerable. She was used to this. But the uncertainty of forever hung in the distance, so close she could run up and touch it like a school child to a haunted mansion. One tap and then run. Just run.
But she couldn't run from this. She couldn't run from Edward Cullen.
And Jacob Black knew this as he sat in the middle of the forest, bare chest gleaming the moon's rich, silvery light. His head is in his hands and he's praying a lullaby over and over through his softened and parted lips. Just breathy words that mean nothing because she isn't there to hear them.
Tears are a stream of ever-flowing diamonds on his cheeks. They are a river running deep with the pain inside of his chest and he doesn't even have the strength to wipe them away.
Time is running much too short. And poor Jacob doesn't have enough.
Jacob Black doesn't have enough time because of Edward Cullen.
And Edward Cullen wishes now that he could stop the very fabric of time; wishes that he could stop whatever webs the fates were currently weaving. Tear the strings of cotton from their hands and will it all away.
Because if time stopped then he would have Bella this way forever anyways. She would never have to be that monster he is so afraid of. (It's inside of him too.) She doesn't understand the severity of the situation and sometimes he wishes he could scare that common sense into her.
But he stays cloaked in the darkness of his room, awaiting the time. He knows it passes too fast. He's seen it first hand in his past hundred years of existence. And he knows these short months will be torturous.
He sighs deeply and looks out the window, marking the moon's patterns across the sky as it's light drenches poor Jacob Black in the forest beyond.
While Bella keeps herself locked in the darkness with nothing but artificial light to guide her.