He
looked down at the fragile girl lying in the coffin. She looked so
peaceful, so…so…Beautiful.
But it wasn't supposed to happen
like this.
Sobs racked throughout his body, threatening to
envelope him in the intense pain.
"No, No…No….No." He constantly mumbled through tears, he was completely agonized and delusional.
And for one moment he looked so much younger, so much more vulnerable, all his barriers, all his walls he had worked so hard to hide behind had just crashed down on top of him,
he was nothing more then a lost child all alone in this world.
The rain was now pouring down in sheets as people shifted in the wet grass. His family could hold him back no longer and he fell to the ground beside where she lay.
And from his mouth came the most excruciating, bloodcurdling, gruesome, horrific sound any one had ever heard. The sounds of his piercing scream echoing on and on throughout the empty sky, as if he was screaming to the heavens.
And in this scream, he let out everything he had held in all this time, all the furry and horror and agony that was scarring his mind.
"Take
me with you!" he begged on his knees, holding her cold hand in
his.
"Take me with you! Take me with you! Don't leave me!"
He sobbed erratically. His brother came up to grab him around the
waist and pulled with all his might. But he held on, he desperately
clutched her hand, never wanting to let go.
His brother pulled harder and he screamed louder, a sound that sounded distinctly inhuman. "Please, please don't make me, don't make me do this! Leave me! Please!" he begged desperately. His hand slipped away from hers as he kicked at his brother with all of his might. The big burly brother picked up this broken boy and carried him away from her.
The only sound to be heard was the echoes of the sobs and agonized scream that now filled the air.
And as the priest made his speech, about this beautiful, kind, passionate girl we all love, sobs escaped the mouths of people all standing around the hole in the earth, where Isabella Swan now lies.