New story (= I've been pretty pathetic lately with updates, but maybe some reviews could change that? Haha, well tell me what you think guys, I'd appreciate it. Flamers welcome.

(A/N I obviously do not or will not ever own Stephanie Meyer's works.)

-Aeieo

Prologue

The heartbeat was escaping my thoughts, pounding with a seemingly aeonian accent. It was similar to the pay the pendulum swung endlessly in a soothing rhythm, casting shadows upon objects unwillingly.

Time is a complex thing. It never stops, never leaves itself behind in the past, never lost. It's… reliable. Something we can all count on, appreciate, or ignore. No longer did the phantasmagoria of reality restrain hopes of a lighter view. Always, there would be twenty four hours in a day, sixty minutes in an hour, and three hundred sixty five days in a year. Time could not be restrained.

Such a magnificent thing it could be considered. To know that you can always move on; one less decision in this game we are forced to play.

I suppose we all have some role, some importance, to why we are here. Some of us choose to live and others still search for meaning. Pointless either way, personally.

Yet again, time returns as the steady ground so desperately needed for everyone.

My whole childhood I had listened to stories about how everything works out in the end and happily ever after(s). It only conjured up a prodigious fantasy in hell. The beauty of being a child though is that wonderful self assurance made up of bliss and ignorance. The truth managed to find me before it was too late.

To rely on the mere thought of things that weren't there seemed a futile attempt.

My life is not as depressing as it sounds. I'm not materialistic, but I get along with comfort. Happiness is a fabrication of character and love is simply unreasonable. To be honest, there isn't much hope for me. No one else really cares.

It all leads back to the same starting point. Everything we accomplish and everything we destroy is withheld in the folds of our memoires, relinquished only in time.

Time.

We were allowed access to live, to age, to die, the whole process laid out before us precariously. It was a hard act to follow.

It's what lead some of us end things sooner than what fate had planned. Times like this just made life not seem worthwhile.

I smiled at my own realization. The erratic heartbeat was nothing more than my own.

I had found the one way to solve problems claimed broken; a flaw in the system really. Everything would end now.

Silence seemed to be the only greeting, a feeling all too familiar. All worries, all anything that ever bothered or happened was slowly fading into the darkness that was enveloping my vision. All until of course a light suddenly protruded through my doorway.

I struggled to see past the figure outlined by painful white- I struggled to stay awake. The figure rushed over to me with a graceful run that seemed to happen so quickly. Their face was close enough, her face, hardly an inch from mine. I inhaled her sweet breath from the lips that moved however formed only an unreadable angelic sound.

Her face was contorted into a mixture of fear and horror, her movements frantic yet gentle. I wanted to comfort the angel, but I couldn't bring myself to lift my head or make words.

I didn't want any of this anymore. I didn't want the sudden pain in my head or clouded vision. I didn't want my angel to disappear.

The light faded and the darkness overpowered.

She held my face in her small hands, her voice a soft whisper. "Edward."

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