Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of it's affiliations, those belong to Stephanie Meyer. I own any original or unrecognizable characters and sub-plots, including Adalyn and her family.

Summary: Adalyn lives in a neglectful world where she constantly escapes by losing herself in her wonderful novels. Having lost touch with what little bit of reality she has left to hang on to, she's not really surprised when she is imprinted on and dragged through the supernatural world or, more importantly, when it seems she may be lost in it forever...

When you had been through what Adalyn had, death was hard not to find crossing your mind. In her lonely hours she had pictured every way that she could possibly die, every reason: fire, water, air, earth and man. But she had never realized that she would go like this.

It wasn't like her books had warned. It was painful and hardly at all romantic. There was no silver lining to her lying on the forest floor. There were no cherubs whispering her into the great unknown. There was only pain and whispers and there was rain. No, not rain. Tears.

"Don't you even think about leaving me," Embry threatened weakly. A smile tugged at the sides of her mouth, but she couldn't make it honest for him. She was not as selfish as her treasured heroines. Still, she tried her best; just so he wouldn't have to know what this was like. He was never threatened by death like her.

Maybe it was romantic, in it's own devastating way.

"Is this how Lily felt?" She whispered into the space behind him. She almost expected something to answer her, but she was not yet that lost. She doubted that Lily would have been through something so heartbreaking. She hoped with every fiber of her being that she had not been in this much pain. She hadn't deserved to be in pain for her end.

But Adalyn did, that she knew. She should have seen this coming for years, an untimely death in dramatic times - so dramatic and clouded that she would be a victim of miscounting, the one that was lost who no one would remember.

But what about Embry? No, she wouldn't be lost to him.

"You love me," she whispered, watching him shift in and out of focus.

"I love you so much." Embry affirmed, holding her hand tightly. He was very warm, she realized dazedly. He was very, very warm - perhaps something about what she'd read had been true: death was cold.

Cold and unforgiving.

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL HAVE SPOILERS FOR MY OTHER STORY Forgetting Franki.

Here it is, the much awaited story of Embry and his imprint! As you saw up top, this story is sort of like a side story to my story Forgetting Franki, but it will give away some key plot points in that story - so don't hate me if you read this first and didn't heed the warning!

Thank you all for your support and interest in me persuing this sub-plot. I hope you enjoy what comes of it :)

Reviews are love.

-Egypt