a/n: In honor of Breaking Dawn, I have written a drabble thing that... totally ignores it ever existed. Oops.

The soundtrack; however, was outstanding.

(This has been edited since it's original publishing for errors.)

–

'i surrender who i've been for who you are'

'though we're tethered to the story we must tell,
when i saw you, well, i knew we'd tell it well.
with a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas,
like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees.'

–

1.

Her first elementary boyfriend had honey hair and the most astonishing blue eyes a little girl could fathom. Like a prince out of a fairytale, he brought her flowers every day, a crooked grin lining his face.

It's funny that's the face she thinks of on her wedding day. Not of the man waiting at the altar - no, just of that little boy's kind eyes. The constriction in her chest reminds her she is human, if only for this fleeting time.

She might miss that.

Of course as she prays not to fall down the aisle, she catches the briefest glimpse of sunlight gleam off the head of another boy with honey-colored hair. He flashes a smile, more crooked that the groom's, but she smiles back.

She spends half the ceremony wondering if Jasper had blue eyes before he died.

–

2.

She's trained her eyes to not linger throughout the years. She hates when people linger on her, so she does her very best not to linger on anyone else. There's a brief moment when she wonders if she'll get used to it after.

Being unnoticed is her camouflage, and it works on nearly everyone.

Except the brother standing next to Alice, his expression weary and eyes black. Her gaze always seems to fall on him for too long, tracing every feature of his face with detail.

She knows that even with the pale scars he is still more beautiful than she can ever hope to be. Unknowingly, her fingers curl around her own scar; he has one in the exact same place. They were bound, twin crescent moons in relief under the sunlight.

Sometimes when she passes him in the house, she brushes her fingers against the skin on his arms. The feeling of the raised icy skin causes a shock to run through her.

He never says anything to her, and she can't decide if she hates him or loves him for it.

–

3.

She reads a lot, primarily because there's really nothing else to do with her time. Her mind drinks in all she can of every love story she can get her hands on. The more and more she reads, the more and more she feels the itch of a doubt she doesn't want to fathom.

Her husband kisses her goodbye for a weekend hunting trip with Carlisle and Emmett. He's gone before she can return the sentiment.

Her eyes fall on Jasper's form leaning against the door post, staring after his family with a soft smile. His mouth is dangerously becoming her favorite thing about being a Cullen.

As she brushes past him into the large house, she feels his breath on her neck and not for the first time she wonders if she picked the wrong love story, after all.