Disclaimer: i do not own twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. (sigh)
Chapter one: memory.
I couldn't take it anymore. The scene from my 18th birthday played over and over in my head. It was constant and inescapable. It was torture. I recited his words again. His heavenly voice filled my mind and ears, and made me oblivious to any other noise.
"It will be as if i never existed" . What a foolish thing to assume. As if my life could be so easily re-written when he left, did he really believe that i would just simply move on and make a new life for myself, one that he wasn't a part of? He had no idea.
Another flashback filled my vision. A brush of a finger under pale pink paper, then a pool of crimson appearing on the floor...
Then it hit me. I had spent the past month feeling nothing and it was suddenly too unbearable to continue trying to cope with. It was the key...why all of this is happening to me right now, why i have lost the one who meant more than the world to me, whose face i would never again see. It was my blood. It had been the one constant problem for Edward even before that dreadful night. I could not even begin to imagine the strength of the monster inside he fought every second he was with me. My blood had caused him great pain even before my birthday. It was a curse running through my veins, and i didn't want it there anymore.
I felt so stupid as i realised what i must do. Why didn't i see it sooner? It was such an obvious thing! This curse had ruined my life, and pushed away the only person i could ever love. Not anymore. I couldn't have it dominating my body any longer. I had to get it out. Now.
What you guys think? Should i continue with this? I kinda know the general direction i wanna head with this story but i aint wastin ma tym if it aint gona be read, after all thats kinda the point init?!
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