This is my first story. So be nice please? I do not own any Twilight characters. Sadly.
Prologue
The air was vibrating and I could feel it in my body. People were cheering loudly, shouting with excitement, that rush of adrenaline rushing through them. The clocked ticked, every second of it sounding heavily in my ears. It felt like everything was in slow motion. I felt like everything was heavy, or was it me? Yea, it's probably me, carrying a burden on my shoulders while everyone had motives to celebrate. I didn't, or at least I think I don't. My head is swimming with confusion while the clock keeps ticking. I follow him with my eyes, while he runs across the field; he has this concentrated look on his face and he's eyeing the ball. I can almost hear the pounding of his feet on the ground, soft, fast footsteps. A single tear runs down my cheek and lands on my hand. I keep reminding me that I have to do this it's the best thing for him. He can have his future without me in the way, without… I couldn't even finish the thought. I can't be selfish; I love him too much to do this to him. I feel the cheering grow, people are standing around me and hugging and celebrating. I can see the players on the field, celebrating. This is supposed to be a happy moment. It's his happy moment. But I need closer before I leave.