Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight, or any of the series. Nor do I own any characters of Stephanie Meyers work. I wish though then I would be freaking rich.
AN- I am always inspired by music and would like to let my readers know what song I am listening to that is giving me my mood for the chapter. For the preface I was listening to Josh Groban's - Never let go - featuring Deep Forest. On 5-16-09 I redid this preface, it didn't fit well for me the first time so I rewrote it! Enjoy, and as always, REVIEW! ....please.....
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I have thought about the end several times before, the idea of death barely scared me now. What was the point in the needless worry when I had chanced it so often before? When you think your day's are numbered and fate just has it in for you, you stop wondering about the miracle it is that you are alive. Becoming immortal had placed a stopper on my own days being numbered. It had created this false since of security around me and enveloped me into a thin pattern of comfort and hope that for the rest of my existence I would be surrounded by love, beauty, and an intense passion for my family.
Death hampered the spirits from making the careless human an empty existence. Life was something I celebrated with an eagerness every single day now. I had a beautiful daughter, who would thankfully never go through those horrible hormonal years, a dazzling husband who cared more for me than he had for anything in his entire existence. (And over a hundred years was a long time). I had a family who would never fade away from me, and who knew exactly what I was going through at any angle. So now when I know that it really is the end for us all, why am I not scared of death anymore?
I looked into the stunning eyes of my one and only love, no words could escape my mouth as we lingered in each others arms for just a moment longer. Could this day finally be here? Was my eternity over? How quickly it had come and how sour it felt. As he is drug away from me our fingers grasp at each other straining to have one final touch between us. Immortal we were, tomorrow had come, and tonight we would die.