A/N: At the moment, I do not have a beta, so until I find one or one finds me, please excuse any errors. I am currently working on other novels, but this is my first fan fiction. Please bear with me as I continue to understand this process.
The song I listened to while writing this piece is titled, The Last Man, and can be found here:
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All Twilight character names belong to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Prologue:
The violent rainy winds swept through the city; it twisted through my hair, blowing wisps around like twisted seaweed. As I tilted my face—with my eyes held tightly closed—toward the constant downpour, I thought about my defeat. Tears threatened to spill over, as I fought against them. The wind was fierce, and it stung my eyes, and mercilessly, my long strands of hair continued to tangle around my face—painfully, blinding my sight.
But that pain was being overcome by numbness. It seeped through my pours.
And with that thought, my tears fell.
I was shivering, and shaking uncontrollable. And, I realized my body was also failing me, for it was succumbing to hypothermia.
I felt a sharp shove between my shoulders blades, and was nudged closer to the edge. Swallowing thickly, I tried to be silent, and brave. And yet, strangely I heard nothing—not the scuffle of my feet, not the voices that surrounded me, not even the cruel wind. I shuddered, and released a silent breath in the cold winter night air. I imagined myself from the outside—a small, frightened girl, drenched and shivering, with blue lips, eyes held tightly closed, and tears upon her face.
I imagined warmth, and then…I imagined him. Edward. With my eyes clenched closed, I waited with baited breath.
At that moment, I longed for my fate waiting below.
I stood upon the ledge, peering into the darkness with abandon.
And then, I was heaved from the ledge and began my descent toward my watery grave.
I love you, I whispered silently.