it was too late, too late, he lay there, streams of light reflecting off his glimmering skin, his eyes turned silver with veins of gold flickering across his iris'.
i screamed, and pushed past the fleshy barrier, preventing me from reaching him, pushing, thrusting, propelling, oh anything that would get me to him. and then out i popped with a gasp of air, the glaring light of my dear edward rushing me blindly forward to him, with him, for him. he was still meters away, and i ran, i ran because nothing would stop me from feeling his icy breath against my skin for one last time.
he was getting closer, my heart yelped in despair and hopelessness, i could nearly reach him, and then, i collapsed, tripping over something as mere as a pebble, the last obstacle.
tears streaked my cheeks, as i lay helpless on the cobbled stone floor, and it was then, that he turned his head to face me, and slowly reached out his arm. i scrambled to my knees, my arm outstretched, our hands grappling in a wild frenzy of blind emotion. i clawed my way across the pebbled ground and on my knees, i leant over him running my fingers through his hair, while his icy cold touch grazed my tear-stained cheek.
it was too late, too late, and he smiled a sad smile that reached his eyes and turned them a mellow gold for the slightest, shortest, second of his, and my life.
and then he was gone, in a tremendous explosion of gold dust that littered the plaza, that filtered itself through my hair, and embedded itself into my skin. he was gone in a roaring, ear-splitting silence that only i could hear. he was gone.
and all that was left was the jostling crowd, and me, a mound of defeated sentiment, with a heart that exploded with it's one and only inamorato.
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an:
despite my intense dislike for twilight, i wrote this while i was drunk or something. don't particularly like it, but i'm hoping you twilight fanatics will think otherwise.
