A/N: So, before you read this just know this:

1. This is a G.o.T. fic. No Edward here!

2. There may be some adult content in later chapters but this one is safe (phew!)

3. This may be a bit angst-filled at the start but I don't want to downplay any of the emotions and make the characters less believable ;)

4. Thanks for reading!

Ethan

Waking without her.

Living without her.

Sleeping without her.

Her death plays over and over in my mind. Fat hot tears roll down my face. Funny, a few days ago I wouldn't have been caught dead crying in front of the Guard. Now, nothing seemed to matter. All meaning is gone.

A small hand touched my shoulder tentatively, as Isabel peers up at me through tear-filled brown eyes. She reaches up to hug me but I pull away, the act bringing back memories of Rochelle alive, to raw to bear. Turning, to avoid looking at the hurt in her eyes, I pick up the cooling body of Rochelle, ignoring the disturbed mutterings and gasps it provokes, and move quickly away from the collection of the Guard & Houses of the Tribunal. Various voices call after me but I don't have the will to identify them of decipher their meaning. I just move without purpose, far away from Angel Falls. No doubt my father will come looking but I can't face him yet. I can't face any of them.

As I lie her body down on the floor beneath the stunning view of the sheer cliffs of Angel Falls as they loom before us, and I watch the sun slowly sink alone. The vortex beyond the cliffs calls to me, the sheer drop singing music that fills my mind with images of Rochelle. But my mother's face floats into my mind, tearing my eyes away from the cliff top as I guiltily remember the effect of Sera's death on her.

She can't loose me too.

The thought springs unbidden and I immediately stifle it, as the prospect of a long painful life spent alone and empty plays in my head. I sink slowly to the floor of the cliff top lying beside Rochelle. Even in death she is still so exciting and alive, the sparks of her soul made visible in her hands, which lie beside me, bare and colourless. But even now the word corpse just doesn't seem to fit her perfect form, lying perfectly still, eyes half open, still searching, with a serene half smile resting on the bloodless lips.

Lying back on the damp grass I reach over and trace my finger over the outline of her features, willing her to wake up and let me tell her how much I love her. Gently, I place my thumbs over her small golden eyelids and after one long last look I slide them down gently, covering Rochelle's beautiful green eyes. My lips find hers in the darkness, as I touch them softly pouring my love into the kiss as if it can replace the blood no longer flowing through her veins and bring her back to me. Slowly and reluctantly I pull away, and watch the last of the suns rays illuminate the face of the only woman I will ever love.

A/N: Soooo, what do you think?? Should I continue?(I have an idea for this story I promise -it's not just emo dreams and angst !)

Let me know! xxxx