A/N: This is my first fanfic. I have a few chapters written, and I plan to go through them with a fine-bristled comb if I post them. This is a little...precursor to the story, I guess you could say. I'm not entirely what else to say, but I guess if I get some good reviews telling me you're interested and whatnot I'll post another chapter. I really do hope it interests you!


He was gorgeous and beautiful, but he was damaged. If I'd learned anything about Edward Cullen over the past year, it was that he was anything but what people often considered him to be. Tattered and worn by life's heavy toll, walking alone for so many years through hell and back again. The things he'd been put through weren't fair, it was almost cruel that a single human being had to endure that kind of pain. The very thought of what Edward had gone through all the years before I'd known him made my skin crawl. I felt guilty for not being there for him and not being able to stop the pain sooner.

It was obvious that his endurance was exaggerated. He was not as strong as he liked to exert. He was not the indestructible man he pretended to be. He was scared, hurt, deflated after years and years of fighting against the battle raging within him. Although he often hid it beneath harsh expressions and cold words, it showed through every now and then. If someone spoke his name a little sharply or bumped into him with a little too much force, the ominous glare in his eyes would waver for a fraction of a second. And in that second, I would see what I knew was still cowering inside. Not the man he tried to force himself to be, but the little boy that was still so desperately afraid.

And then there was the side of Edward that only I knew. This was why no one could ever understand our friendship, because they didn't know him like I did. They didn't know the man who's music could soothe even the most powerful of storms and mend anything that happened between us. They didn't know the talented artist who I so often simply stared at for hours, watching as he created and gave everything he had into something as simple as capturing the hue of the sunlight correctly upon a blank canvas. He was passionate and caring. The moments when he was happy were my most cherished moments. When he was my Edward, I felt whole and complete. He was always mine. The good and the bad, I accepted him and I loved him.

Among all the things that made up Edward, 'broken' was not one of them. He was truly repairable, no matter how he swore that my efforts were in vain. Maybe he'd never be truly fixed, maybe there would always be some struggle and something holding him back, but things always had the ability to get better. And I reminded him of that constantly, even though he ignored my words and often deemed them false and deplorable. I never stopped loving him, helping him, needing him, or wanting him.

He was infinite in my world now, forever plastered upon my heart and engraved into my breath, as I was his. Life with Edward wasn't easy, it never had been and it never would be. But I'd learned to accept my bittersweet ending and love it in all of it's entirety.



A/N:
Well, that was supposed to be a lot more touching and thoughtful, but I hope it's enough to make you further interested. Just know that it will be better than this, haha. This story will contain dark themes, and some chapters could possibly be in Edward's point of view, and I can guarantee those chapters won't be all rainbows and happy.