I'm dying. I know I am dying. I feel alright with it. I have no one here on this earth for me any more. I only have a few more minutes left I can feel it.
I peacefully wait out my last few minutes.
As shut my eyes and take last breath I see a beautiful young woman of 17, or maybe she was an angel. She had brown hair that framed her gorgeous heart shaped face. She had expressive, deep brown eyes.
I don't want to die any more. I want to live to see this angel! I am not okay with dying anymore. Unless the beautiful young woman is an angel. I would stay with her forever, no matter where she went.
A/N: For those of you who didn't get this. It is what I think Edward's lasts few moments would have been like if he had died in the Spanish Influenza. Please review. I need help with my writing, so try and give constructive criticism. NO FLAMES!!