A/N: Hi everyone ^^. So, this story just kind of popped into my head… I hope you like it!
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I walked along the dirt path, staring at the foreboding cemetery that loomed ahead.
My strides suddenly became background music and I felt the strange need to walk faster.
I felt a surging emotion of… almost discovery? That can't be right…
I straightened out my coat and tried to decipher what it meant.
I've been to so many cemeteries before but I couldn't fathom the feeling that bombarded me with each long, meaningful step. I decided to not read too much into it, in case of disappointment.
I glanced down at my worn out loafers that were crushing the mix matched red, brown, and orange leaves. I love the fall time, it makes Forks less green.
It was still raining though, much to my discontent. I suppose rain wasn't all that bad though, kind of peaceful. But all in all, it just added to the dreariness of the town.
A rusted gate creaked open and a man who looked to be in his early twenties breezed past me with a sorrowful expression. I nodded at him, a silent acknowledgement of his loss.
I unlatched the lock on the gate and it noisily opened, inviting me in. I took a deep breath that was not needed, and proceeded my search.
With my enhanced senses, I don't need to read the tombstones, I can just smell. It's kind of gross if you think about it, but I don't smell deceased people, I smell them as their human scent. Their… fragrance if you will, It's… hard to explain.
I relaxed and cleared my mind then breathed in, full force. Hundreds of aromas assaulted me at once and I sifted through them, searching for a familiar scent.
No… it can't be…
I felt anger bubble up inside of me as my feet carried me unconsciously to my destination.
My path ended and I crumbled beside the stone.
Victoria White 1913-1934
A choked sob left my throat followed by a strangled cry of pain. It was my fault. I should have been there to protect her. All my fault…
I noticed that my side was brushing against another tombstone, the one directly beside my beloved. I sniffed it, coming up with no traces.
That's weird… there's no one buried here. But why?
The grave was covered in dirt that had begun to wear due to the rain. I wiped it off with my hands, disbelief etching itself on my face. Uncovered was the only name that had ever threatened my existence.
Isabella Swan 1916-1934
A/N: Haha, so you probably can all guess who it is now… I made it pretty obvious. So yeah… I don't know when the next update will be. Hopefully soon though. Please review :)